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ravenSo, today shall go down in the annals of history as the day Hathor and the Raven crashed KGV. Well, we didn't.
Or, on the other hand, we did.
The day did not begin well. I got up late, with a headache from all the beeping (phone, alarm, phone again) and stumbled downstairs in a daze. I didn't realise I was running late, stumbled in the shower too late, and only realised what time it really was when I was drying my hair. Let us say, then, that my hair remained rather damp but dried off as I was running for the train. I was something of a mess, but thankfully remembered to pick up my lovely red 'n' black scarf on the way out, which hid my hair and generally did wonders.
I nearly missed the train, as per usual, but I caught the right bus. I consider this a miracle because I'm generally so bad with buses, and not only did I catch the right bus, I got off it at the right stop. By that point, it was tipping down. My hair, which had dried, became very very wet again. I crashed in a heap at KGV reception and texted![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cucharita - "I'm at the reception someone come get me!"
Two minutes later, Enid crashed through the door and jumped on me. With a great deal of force. She got her hug, which made her happy, and we rang up Colleen (hathy_col) to find out where she was. She was on the way from Homebase, so we went out to meet her and in the process Enid got a black eye. How she did it is yet to be satisfactorily explained. Colleen, meanwhile, was rather wet and pleased to see us.
I'd never been to KGV before. Heard a lot about it, of course, and Enid talks about it every day in LJ, so I was rather keen to look around. We went to the canteen bit and walked into Libby, whose birthday it was today. She was rather shocked to see me, but I think Enid told a lot of people I was coming. I also met Lucy, whom Becca knows better than I do, and Simon, whom Enid met through Colleen, and who is rather cool. That was at about a quarter past twelve. I wish I could transcript, or at least write something of what we talked about, but we really didn't talk about very much and yet time was flying by. I seem to remember our talking about Stargate fandom to start with, which sloped off into Tolkien fannishness, which moved on to pretty-elf-syndrome, and so on and so forth. I was sort of kind of introduced to Gilly (short for Gilchrist, apparently) who was Colleen's stalker and has moved on to Enid, complete with teddy bears, hot chocolate and an abused bass guitar. I'm making no comment.
Enid has a list of pretty boys she compares on a sliding scale, and the top of the list is called... wait for it... Adam. Somewhat caustically, I remarked that her "I [[heart]] Adam" bracelet can still be put to good use. As well as Adam, there were others, most of whose names I have now forgotten (except Ben-from-Graphics) but I was rather interested in seeing Adam himself and was sorry I didn't get the chance.
Colleen got to meet her friends from St Bede's, and I got to meet Maria. I understand that most people have no idea who Maria is or why I wanted to meet her (well, see her), but I want it down on the record that I did meet her and she thinks I'm called Brian. I'm sure someone's to blame for that but I'm not entirely sure how it happened. My life gets stranger with every passing day.
I think by that point we had moved on to OTPs and the merits thereof, and the strangest slash pairing I could come up with was Death/Vetinari, although Colleen talked about Angua/Cheery Littlebottom, and also Drumknott/Cheery. I did say that last one certainly qualifies as a strange slash pairing when it's het. We were in the café by then, and Enid and Colleen were comparing Discos (they're a kind of circular crisp, don't ask) that they'd got from the vending machines, and I was feeling stressed because I'd put my money in but my M'n'Ms hadn't fallen down. The man behind the counter reimbursed my money, I stuck it back in the machine ans two packets fell into the slot. Yay. Free chocolate. Always a highlight.
Lorna was there as well by then, and because the people in the café were putting chairs on tables and glaring at us in the corner, we decided it was time to make a strategic retreat and went back to the other place. Collen's marvellous strategem for avoiding Gilly was pretending to be her own twin sister, Neelloc. Thankfully she managed to avoid him while we were sitting there. Colleen and I had come to the happy discovery that we both chose today to carry copies of Feet of Clay around with us, and Enid was busy with her cup of hot chocolate. I don't think it has caffiene in it, but judging from her reactions to it it's hard to be sure.
However, all good things...
Colleen wanted to stay to meet people, but Enid wanted to go and get her hair done, so I went with her back into Southport. I waved goodbye, and told Colleen to have fun at SG6 - she has decided that she wants to be Famine, and carry a copy of the Atkins Diet round with her everywhere, and Clare is our very lovely Death, and she's going to pretend Emily's War because her Kendra costume certainly could pass for it, and all is required for me to wear white and staple crisp packets to my sleeves and be Pollution. I am very tempted to go, but I don't think I can. Even to see the Death costume...
Talking of Death, I went to WHSmith with Enid in Southport and got Guards! Guards! and Carpe Juggulum. They didn't have Jingo, which I was annoyed about, but I've still got book tokens left, so I suppose it's all right. The books were paperbacks and more expensive than I thought they would be - I would have guessed six pounds (the older editions I borrowed from Jane were only four) but they were both seven, which made me wonder. Are books more expensive than they used to be?
Enid has now departed towards Crosby, and I'm home now. Have a headache which I plan to put right with the chocolate in the fridge. It's Hershey's. So sue me, I have no standards.
And talking of having no standards - I liked KGV. I really, really did. It's increased tenfold my feeling that I must getoutgetoutgetout of Merchant's some time soon.
Some time soon? Two years.
Kill me now.
Or, on the other hand, we did.
The day did not begin well. I got up late, with a headache from all the beeping (phone, alarm, phone again) and stumbled downstairs in a daze. I didn't realise I was running late, stumbled in the shower too late, and only realised what time it really was when I was drying my hair. Let us say, then, that my hair remained rather damp but dried off as I was running for the train. I was something of a mess, but thankfully remembered to pick up my lovely red 'n' black scarf on the way out, which hid my hair and generally did wonders.
I nearly missed the train, as per usual, but I caught the right bus. I consider this a miracle because I'm generally so bad with buses, and not only did I catch the right bus, I got off it at the right stop. By that point, it was tipping down. My hair, which had dried, became very very wet again. I crashed in a heap at KGV reception and texted
cucharita - "I'm at the reception someone come get me!"Two minutes later, Enid crashed through the door and jumped on me. With a great deal of force. She got her hug, which made her happy, and we rang up Colleen (
hathy_col) to find out where she was. She was on the way from Homebase, so we went out to meet her and in the process Enid got a black eye. How she did it is yet to be satisfactorily explained. Colleen, meanwhile, was rather wet and pleased to see us.I'd never been to KGV before. Heard a lot about it, of course, and Enid talks about it every day in LJ, so I was rather keen to look around. We went to the canteen bit and walked into Libby, whose birthday it was today. She was rather shocked to see me, but I think Enid told a lot of people I was coming. I also met Lucy, whom Becca knows better than I do, and Simon, whom Enid met through Colleen, and who is rather cool. That was at about a quarter past twelve. I wish I could transcript, or at least write something of what we talked about, but we really didn't talk about very much and yet time was flying by. I seem to remember our talking about Stargate fandom to start with, which sloped off into Tolkien fannishness, which moved on to pretty-elf-syndrome, and so on and so forth. I was sort of kind of introduced to Gilly (short for Gilchrist, apparently) who was Colleen's stalker and has moved on to Enid, complete with teddy bears, hot chocolate and an abused bass guitar. I'm making no comment.
Enid has a list of pretty boys she compares on a sliding scale, and the top of the list is called... wait for it... Adam. Somewhat caustically, I remarked that her "I [[heart]] Adam" bracelet can still be put to good use. As well as Adam, there were others, most of whose names I have now forgotten (except Ben-from-Graphics) but I was rather interested in seeing Adam himself and was sorry I didn't get the chance.
Colleen got to meet her friends from St Bede's, and I got to meet Maria. I understand that most people have no idea who Maria is or why I wanted to meet her (well, see her), but I want it down on the record that I did meet her and she thinks I'm called Brian. I'm sure someone's to blame for that but I'm not entirely sure how it happened. My life gets stranger with every passing day.
I think by that point we had moved on to OTPs and the merits thereof, and the strangest slash pairing I could come up with was Death/Vetinari, although Colleen talked about Angua/Cheery Littlebottom, and also Drumknott/Cheery. I did say that last one certainly qualifies as a strange slash pairing when it's het. We were in the café by then, and Enid and Colleen were comparing Discos (they're a kind of circular crisp, don't ask) that they'd got from the vending machines, and I was feeling stressed because I'd put my money in but my M'n'Ms hadn't fallen down. The man behind the counter reimbursed my money, I stuck it back in the machine ans two packets fell into the slot. Yay. Free chocolate. Always a highlight.
Lorna was there as well by then, and because the people in the café were putting chairs on tables and glaring at us in the corner, we decided it was time to make a strategic retreat and went back to the other place. Collen's marvellous strategem for avoiding Gilly was pretending to be her own twin sister, Neelloc. Thankfully she managed to avoid him while we were sitting there. Colleen and I had come to the happy discovery that we both chose today to carry copies of Feet of Clay around with us, and Enid was busy with her cup of hot chocolate. I don't think it has caffiene in it, but judging from her reactions to it it's hard to be sure.
However, all good things...
Colleen wanted to stay to meet people, but Enid wanted to go and get her hair done, so I went with her back into Southport. I waved goodbye, and told Colleen to have fun at SG6 - she has decided that she wants to be Famine, and carry a copy of the Atkins Diet round with her everywhere, and Clare is our very lovely Death, and she's going to pretend Emily's War because her Kendra costume certainly could pass for it, and all is required for me to wear white and staple crisp packets to my sleeves and be Pollution. I am very tempted to go, but I don't think I can. Even to see the Death costume...
Talking of Death, I went to WHSmith with Enid in Southport and got Guards! Guards! and Carpe Juggulum. They didn't have Jingo, which I was annoyed about, but I've still got book tokens left, so I suppose it's all right. The books were paperbacks and more expensive than I thought they would be - I would have guessed six pounds (the older editions I borrowed from Jane were only four) but they were both seven, which made me wonder. Are books more expensive than they used to be?
Enid has now departed towards Crosby, and I'm home now. Have a headache which I plan to put right with the chocolate in the fridge. It's Hershey's. So sue me, I have no standards.
And talking of having no standards - I liked KGV. I really, really did. It's increased tenfold my feeling that I must getoutgetoutgetout of Merchant's some time soon.
Some time soon? Two years.
Kill me now.