In which one person talks about the picnic yesterday, in a desperate attempt to end the embarrasment of being level with Northy in the posting league... This is the story of fifty-two people (beat that Glasgow!), more food than we could eat, a partcularly poor game of football, and far too much alcohol for some people... We all arrived in the sunshine of Camden High Street, asked people their names, and then promptly forgot them again. We then marched up to Primrose Hill, admired the view, and then the sun disappeared for the rest of the day. Oh well. JJ's picnic blanket was filled with all sorts of food, from homemade cakes to kiwi fruits and a mango (yes, really). We all then ate as much as we could, chatted to a random assortment of people, and played a few games (David is far too good at Connect 4. Definitely a sign of a misspent youth. I beat him at Twister though...). We whiled away a leisurely afternoon rescuing kites from lampposts, talking about everything under the sun (except the sun wasn't there, but you get the picture), and playing football. Actually that last one might be a bit of an exageration, the only people who could play football were the local kids who joined in. The pastel team were champions, and we came last by quite a long way. By about 5.30, a few people had started to drift away, and it was decided to leave the windy hill behind and head for a pub in Camden. We couldn't actually get in the pub, it being a bank holiday, so we sat on the pavement/road outside and drank there. Then the landlord threatened us with the police for drinking our own beer outside his pub, so we went and sat on the other side of the road instead. Rob B (I think) had thoughtfully brought his guitar with him, so we sat around having a sing-song of a B&S-nature, thus getting lots of funny looks from passers-by. And in true Stuart Murdoch style, we kept forgetting the words. After a while, we ran out of songs that anyone could remember, and so everyone regrouped outside the pub and played charades. And told some truly awful jokes. A chip-shop run by David & Katrina ensued, followed by more and more drinking. At this point most people gradually dispersed, leaving a collection of people who were enjoying themselves too much / were too drunk to go home. I'll leave it to others to relate in a more amusing fashion the other stories from the evening (such as Susannah and the dodgy bike bloke? And how two kiwi fruits ended up under a car on the other side of the road?), as I wasn't 100% sober myself by the end of it all. So a big thankyou to D&K for organising it all (even though they're not here anymore), and to everyone who brought themselves and their food, and to all the wonderfully nice people I met (too many to name, and anyway I promised not to name any wild African animals...), and especially to our Scandinavian friend Elizabeth for providing the entertainment. Let's do it again sometime! (After exams would be nice...) Stuart G ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------