Again, if anyone needs my mobile number just email me.
Right so.
I’ll be free from around 3pm onwards on saturday. Is there any cheap accomodation around Chalk Farm road?
I don’t care where we drink.
For those who dont know where I look like, I’ll be the one marching around the pub dressed like a leprechaun and shouting “Still an Unrepentant Fenian Bastard”
[sub]not really. I’ll be the short one with the slightly satanic goatee[/sub]
I love it when a plan comes together.
See you all Saturday.
Twisty – there’s a hotel that casdave stayed in right next to the pub, but it looks dodgy as hell to me. A good friend of mine recommended the Museum Inn backpackers in Bloomsbury (it’s the usual dorm room-type thing, but within walking distance of Euston and opposite the British Museum) – 020 7580 5360.
hope you guys have a great night but it couldnt possibly be any better than the night I had last night
hic
[sub]who the fk are Ajax, who the fk are Ajax[/sub]
Jesus. I have absolutely no memory of the previous post 
Erm, sorry for not being able to talk to you guys longer tonight but I couldn’t really hear much with the bus rushing down the motorway to get the hell out of Belfast with no window and the five-year-old boy crying in the seat behind me and … oh I’ll save that part for the pit thread :mad: and then my mobile battery told me it was time to hang up anyway.
Hope you had a great time, can’t wait to read about it.
In hindsight the biggest mistake was starting drinking at 2pm, although I’ve done whoever makes aspirin a huge favour.
:: wonders if it is too late to buy shares in Aspirin companies ::
I got there at about 7.45pm after getting a call from Una :), and a delayed train.
In the end, there was Crusoe, kabbes, me, Fran & Mr Fran, jr8 & jr8-ess (Ann), kferr, Twisty & Steve Wright. There are photos - kferr being the chief culprit, and possibly some from Steve.
There was much talking about Simpsons, Futurama, booze, philosophy, GD (I don’t know who let the intellectuals come, it wasn’t my fault!), favourite posters, what really happened in Amsterdam ;), various craziness and then a mass migration to an Indian for something to eat shortly before last orders.
There was the usual phoning of other dopers, many of whom sounded drunker than we did, which must have been a mistake, and eating of good food, and way too many conversations at once to keep track of.
Then we split up to catch tubes etc home. Kabbes & I went to Euston to get our train out and they looked at us as if we were mad…
“You want to catch a train? A [pause for effect here] train? From a railway station? [looks at partner] Nope, never heard of that before, we’ve got a right pair here” (This was only a slight exaggeration to the looks we got from the oh so helpful staff).
Turns out railtrack get bored at weekends & dig the track up in the dark when they can’t see what they’re doing, which really explains a lot.
We had to catch a bus due in at 00.38. Needless to say, it didn’t arrive then, but another one came about fifteen minutes later that went to kabbes’ destination, but not mine, so I said “mine will be here in a minute, off you go”. I really should know better by now!
So at about 1.15 they finally decided that the bus wasn’t going to turn up & started to call cabs for us all. I finally got home at about 2-2.30 am, having shared a cabride with 4 nice, complete strangers (one of whom is now going to see how well bunsen burners connect to water taps. I really shouldn’t have mentioned that stunt.) who offered to walk me back to my car in the rain just in case when we got back to the station.
So, about par for the course really ;).
I just want to know one thing. . . .
Did Twisty tangle with any curbs?
Bugger. I felt really guilty about leaving you at Euston. When they started putting people on the bus by destination, I thought that it was just for convenience rather than actually refusing entry. Then when I realised the truth, and having already turned down the previous bus, I talked myself into thinking that they would be bound to send another along in a few minutes. Then I worried the whole way home about whether they would. Clearly the worry wasn’t misplaced.
For my part, I got to bed at 2:30, then had to get up at 6:55 to drive to Cardiff in time for the Charity Shield. Which was fun. Knowledge that I would have to do this also swayed my decision to stay on that bus somewhat.
But all these subsequent shenanigans are a trifling. The meet itself was very good fun. You are a fine bunch of people.
pan - pagan goat god of mischief, obviously 
I should clarify - I actually got home just before 2am.
Where I was met by a rather tipsy kabbess, who was apparently not long back from a barbeque.
An excellent evening was had by the spouse and myself, meeting all you fine people in the flesh. I can almost remember who you all were.
As for the journey home, we managed to stagger in about 0130 (“stagger” being due more to fatigue than inebriation), having been fortunate enough to catch a bus almost immediately at Victoria (a rare occurrence, I assure you).
I didn’t see any curb related mishaps, but then I had to leave around 10:30 to get a train home. My trip back was much less eventful than Fierra’s, there was a train, and it was even on time! Even the tube trip was short enough that I had time to down one more pint at The Hole in The Wall before grabbing a Burger King and jumping on the train. I’ve got the photos off the camera and onto my PC, I’m just having trouble signing up with freedrive.com. If somebody already has some type of online storage I can use, that would probably be quicker than waiting on freedrive’s support folk.
Mmmm. Journey home was surprisingly painless, got back about 3.
Of course, when I woke up the next afternoon, I found my feet had swollen to the size of water buffaloes and my liver had left me and taken the children.
Regrettably, the PalmPix pictures really aren’t of publishable quality. (And Francesca told me what she’d do to me if I put an unflattering shot of her on the web…) It doesn’t work all that well in poor light. That must be it, it was the poor light levels. Nothing to do with the condition of the operator. Hic.
Glad you all enjoyed it and it’s a shame, for me, that I had to be out of town all weekend. Hoping to meet John this evening- and maybe Matt - if the whole mobile phone thing happens and John’s available.
Kferr – one relatively uncomplicated (and immediate) option is to sign up for a Yahoo e-mail account. That gets you into two storage possibilities:
Yahoo Photo’s, and
Yahoo Briefcase.
If you wanted to put them on HTML pages, Geocities (also now a Yahoo option) offers straightforward click and go options.
Hopefully, next time, folks !
Steve - publish and be damned! I say that we need more Frangles.
pan
I hate you, cabbage goat god And Steve - I meant what I said. Heh.
Mr Fran and I had a good time. He now knows you’re not all axe murderers. In fact, he liked you. Which means that you’re all gods on earth. Crusoe - very good choice of pub. Did you and Twisty go clubbing?
Have fun tonight with London_Calling - wish I could be there.
We decided to give the clubbing a miss. Wise move in hindsight (especially since I had to be at a booze-sodden barbecue by 12.30 on Sunday).
I’m going to have to go with Fran on this one. (She’s small, but she’s scary.)
Matt – John is contacting you by phone to finalise the where and when’s for this evening.
If anyone else is up for it this evening, I’m meeting Twisty on the main concourse of Waterloo at 7.00pm. We’re 90% certain of meeting at the bar on the main concourse (which spills out a little onto the main area with stools and tables) and 10% meeting outside the Burger King. That’s because we both know where Burger King is and John’s pretty sure he knows where the bar is (Burger King is effectively the Plan B in case something goes horribly wrong).
Last minute stuff but if anyone wants to come along, please do - look for the short dishevelled Irishman with a pink carnation and lecherous eye.