I’m absolutely gutted - I somehow missed all mention of this prior to the event, for a weekend when I was in London anyway.
Oh buggar.
Done.
Alex
Gary, you need to hang out in MPSIMS more 
And “sweet and furry” is the perfect was to describe jr8 - it’s a compliment!
And ObiWan is from the Isle of Wight, right?
In so many contexts. 
But since it’s a good thing: well, shucks, ma’am…
On another note, and to insert a small promotional message here, as I’ll be doing that chorus thing for the upcoming televised Jubilee concert on Saturday night, there’s a slight possibility my furry mug will be visible on a television screen near you. It’s worth watching if only for the first bit of Zadok the Priest, and be sure to wave vigorously at your set if you see me. Or take a drink. Your choice.
I’ll do my best to attend the next London festivity, assuming it doesn’t interfere with rehearsals/concerts/travelling. Paris in the fall is largely dependent on whether we’re getting deported at the end of October or not (although I might be in Rouen in late October anyway). Such is life…
Woke up the next afternoon…
Head hurts? Check.
Feet hurt? Check.
Unexplained scratch marks on various body parts? Check.
Successful LonDope? Check.
Ready for the next one? Maybe not immediately…
But seriously… great to see you all, had fun. All praise to Francesca’s organizational/motivational skills - she even got me to run at one point, which is not something you often see (or would want to).
I was slightly shaken, though, by a brush with Pure Evil on the way home - I passed some Whitehall building (the Commonwealth Institute for Really Serious Things, or some such) just as Stephen “Shagger” Norris (former Conservative transport minister, unsuccessful candidate for London mayor, once had five mistresses on the go simultaneously) emerged, to fix me with the basilisk glare he no doubt reserves for “dreadful human beings” (his words) who use public transport. It is a tribute to his record in the Ministry of Transport that there were no passing buses under which I could push him…
Or a passing bicycle…
Good heavens Wrighty - a close brush with villainy indeed.
And I am gutted that Gary could have made it but didn’t. Arsebiscuits!
I did not need to see the word ‘arsebiscuits’ while stuffing my face with Jaffa Cakes.
Mmmmmmmm…Jaffa cakes…
How about willyjelly?
I was trying to eat roule at that point.
What a scrotummoisture of an ill-fortune to befall you. Nipplechunks to it!
I have just sent Synnic an HINNORMUSS email of photos. I cropped ‘n’ compressed 'em a bit, but not so as to make 'em too jpeggy.
And the pix just keep on coming… slurp this into your browser and enjoy:
http://www.ian-rowland.com/LondonDopefest/Page1.htm
I’m very pleased I got a nice close-up of Twisty’s T-shirt message.
ianzin, well done. Nice pictures. Surprised you managed to get so many of us without me noticing you even had a camera.
Teach me a card trick?
Hi Anahita! Now you know full well that if I taught you how they’re done I’d have to kill you or kill myself… and neither option appeals!
Well, Ian, I finally got around to reading your website.
I only have one thing to say: wow.
I’m speechless. Er… will you be my friend?
pan
He’s not just a pretty face, is he?
So, Ian, wanna go and heckle Mystic Meg?
Aw, shucks. :o
Sorry I didn’t make it to the Silver Cross everyone, but I had to meet my friend who was coming over from France, and she was pretty tired after having spent the day travelling. I’m glad I did get to spend the afternoon with you all, and am sorry I missed everyone who didn’t show up until the evening!
Special thanks to Twisty for helping me to practice fending off Irishmen, it came in handy a couple of nights later.