see now you’ve set her off again.
sigh 
Hmmm… REAL fire. With a real flame. On my desk. Not just magic fire paper 
Shandy! :eek:
You’re forgiven. It’s the thought that counts.
Sorry, these things happen. She hasn’t been set off on chocolate again though…
No fair Angua!
They don’t give me matches anymore!
However, I do have all the crayons I can eat… except orange ones… don’t eat the orange ones, they look nice, but do they taste nice? No! they certainly don’t! bloody communist crayons…
No, no, the red ones are Communist. How many times do we have to tell you?
Tcha. Likewise pish tush. Email of video files bounced, slowly and messily. Oh well.
Mwahahahahahaha! They let me have matches, and lighters, and, ohhhh, pretty candles…
Crayons are good. Hey! Crayons are made of wax. Do you think if we put a cotton wick into a crayon, we’ll make it burn?
jr8, the red ones belong to firefighters, sexy gorgeous firefighters…
Okay people stop being silly now - the americans may be reading.
Last thing we want to do is look stupid in front of the damn ex-colonials.
Orange Crayons. Dutch Vengeance. Muuuahahahahahaa. 
Aaaww… you spoil all the fun ::sulk::
Hmmm… So do you want Mr K to become a fireman? Could you live with that on your conscience?
Or dress up as a fireman? I really think you’ll be disappointed if you try that—he’s really not the type… Or the build…
Or do you just want to find yourself a nice, frindly, sexy fireman? Because if so, be careful not to be arrested… Setting fire to things you don’t own is illegal…
thus angua learns a valuable lesson.
Keep board friends and non-board friends seperate…
Hmmm… yes… But he fits in so well here. I think. And besides, he’s already asked the same question, and knows that the answer is “no, and no, and no”
What? Can’t I have unrequited fireman fantasies?
And who was talking about setting fire to things I don’t own? I might own my own set of crayons…
no its fair enough - everyone is allowed their little unrequited fantasies.
mmmmm traffic warden ladies…
I can tell I missed a good event – Dopers aren’t usually this insane after a get-together.
it was all that beer - killed too many braincells.
dashboard confessional acoustic set on MTV2 right now for any britDopers still up…
Just to say I had one hell of a sheet-ripping good time. You guys are simply the best. And thank you all for hatching my new sig.
I have loads of photos, of everyone and everything. Yes, Tir and Angua, photos of everything. I’m as busy as all get out this week, so Tir if I burn the JPEGs on a CD and mail it to you, can you do the display honours? You’d code the page better than me anyway.
I’m totally sleep deprived. I was wine-tasting and partying all Friday night with friends in a rented cottage in Oxford, then had the drive over to Brum and the Dopefest, then was up at 7am for the drive back to the Smoke and I’ve got urgent work to complete with no respite until next Monday. But no complaints, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
I’d love to sit down and provide some deliciously witty account, but I haven’t got time, others have done it already and better, and I’m brain-addled.
To those I’ve met before, great to see you again, and thanks for another great Dopefest. To the new faces, nice to have met you, hope it will be the first of many such encounters.
Top marks to Garius for being another man who actually carries his own personal deck of cards around with him, albeit in his case for the rather more practical purpose of playing and winning at poker.
Tir, our lovely and beautifully deranged Tir, thank you for your sundry contributions, from monkey-smashing to the massage, which was really good. [Note to Twisty: this occurred in a public place, clothed, with no impropriety. No need to beat me up].
Angua, thanks for being the local hostess and source of local knowledge/guesswork/disinformation. Good choice of pub and curry house. The fact that you also serve as a handy rendezvous marker (audible from 2 miles away, and no periods of silence) is a bonus. I have some wonderful photos.
It’s a shame that Steve Wright couldn’t make it, but it was nice of him to send his slimmer, younger-looking brother along to take his place. And while his may have been smaller but fully-functional, mine was bigger and has an interesting swivelly-bit on the end. Of course it conked out, and could only be revived thanks to Queen Fran’s ministrations, but that’s besides the point.
Sir Doris, I haven’t checked my photos thoroughly, but I’m fairly sure (a) you’re on quite a few and (b) there’s not a single one where you aren’t sinking a pint. One can only admire this kind of consistency and devotion to the Doper cause.
Casdave, for a Yorkshire lad you’re not bad. Is there any damn thing you don’t know a hell of a lot about?!
Kferr shame that you’re shrinking a little (must be Fran’s influence) but at least now you can enter cathedrals and stuff without bending.
Tansu, our reigning uber-stylish Queen Of Cool, nice to see you again and no worries about the zonking out. You’ll make up for it next time, no doubt. And at least before you blue-screened we got (a) another demo of Cleavage Beer ™, and (b) an explicit conversation about rubber tights and similar fetish wear. A sterling contribution by any standards.
Alex B Okay, so you won the pointy pointy contest, but standing on the railings to do so was an unfair advantage. I demand a rematch.
Oh, and the quiz machines… it was a total ‘shock and awe’ walkover victory for the Doperguys. That’s why the Dopergals resorted to such low tactics as scratching, grabbing and poking. Mind you, given that in my case the gals concerned were Tir and Angua, don’t think for one moment that I’m complaining. At my age, that kind of thing brings back dim but pleasant memories.
I remember one conversation from the curry place. Someone mentioned St. George’s Day. Someone else immediately provided the correct date. Someone else asked with which other famous person this date was associated. Someone else said ‘Shakespeare’s birthday’. Someone else then pointed out that he also died on the same day. And someone else said “Yes, aged 52”. All this within about 5 seconds. It’s this kind of fizzy, fire-cracking, invincible intellectual strength that makes it all so worthwhile.
:eek: What, even that amazing feet tickling, underwear revealling moment?
What guessswork? It was all pure skill Disinformation? When did I do that? That you were witness to?
Thank you. Although I’ll confess that my office mates reccomended the first pub as a central place to meet people.
I’m not that loud am I? (She asks to the person who spent the entire day telling her she was!)
I have to ask. Is this “wonderful”, as in say, “Angua, you look amazing in the photos”, or “wonderful” as in “You wait till you’re a semi-respected, fairly well known astronomer, and then we’ll get you :insert appropriate manic laughter:”?
In true Doper tradition - CITE?!
Yes, but you responded with equally underhand tactics - like distracting Tir with fire, and in a seperate moment of low and underhand tactics, making me spill my beer. The list is endless…
Hmmm… wasn’t it you, Ianzin, who suggested Cadbury World before the main Fest? Pity that never happened - lots of free chocolate otherwise…
Hmmm…chocolate…
ooops, sorry Steve, inbox was full!
It has now been cleared now. Or you can send to the same prefix at Yahoo.co.uk
Ianzin Sure I’ll put the piccies up for you, you can email them too me if that’s easier for you? Or I can email you my addy.
(If you’re feeling really grateful for the massage, you can send me some FIRE!!! paper too… tee hee! I R sneaky!)
There will be more massages offered at the next dopefest too all who wants one, for the low, low price of a pint… (or something else when I think of it later).
I’m working on putting up Steves piccies now… check back in a couple of hours for an update!