Hello there you lot. I returned home from a weekend seeing some lovely sinister folk Glasgow yesterday(if you're not interested in reading about it then delete this now as there's nowt else here). The journey was awful. A three hour delay on a one hour flight, terrible turbulence meaning the beer belonging to the guy two seats in front found it's way to my lap. Just missed the train from Luton and had to wait another half hour. I finally made it back in one piece though, tired and sad - but a good sad, sadness at leaving after an excellent weekend. I arrived in Glasgow on Thursday. Stacey and Sarah were there at the airport and Gav was doing the circuits. It was late. We went back, had a short chat and went to sleep. On Friday day time Stacey and I went out for some book shopping in the Oxfam bookshop and a browse around echo records then for coffee and a chat. Home for food and then it was onto one of the two main events. The Friday night piss up (the other main event being the Saturday piss up, of course). The carnavan was the venue. A lovely pub that stuck to the basics. Decent beer, friendly people. I took my seat and commenced with the steady intake. It was a slow start. I think the pace started picking up with the laughter when Ally arrived, drunk after cocktails, and seemed to think he was at home - taking off his shoes. The tempo rose again with the arrival of the birthday gal, the lovely miss idleberry. Her secsy secretary came along too. After that...it's all a little vague. Fill in the blanks. I do remember being prodded in the side a lot and giggling, I also remember idles opening her pressies and all of us filing out of the pub to go home or wherever and to sleep. Until... Onto Saturday....a day of football, pool, music and you guessed it. More booze! The tap is the location. I've been there before, I feel almost like a local here, especially as Nal and da chu have now also arrived from London. At least until the football starts, then its quite apparent I am not remotely local. In particular when chatting with dangerous mike: "Oh, I probably want Slovakia to beat England but I am not that bothered really". He must have just sat on a pin then from the way he leapt into the air when Nemeth scored for Slovakia. Then people left, we ate, we walked down to the pub the old pewter or something - just opposite the guest house where I stayed the last time I was in Glasgow. It's starting to feel like a small city, much smaller than it actually is. Ken did a fine karaoke rendition of S club 7's pop gem "reach" which had us all reaching. No, not retching. Reaching. Ken did indeed have stars in his eyes. Then onto the woodside for the winchester. Jesse Garon & the desperadoes' "splashing along" really is the perfect soundtrack to this short walk. Arm in arm, splashing each other in puddles. I felt kind of sad to arrive at the club, the walk was too much fun. But arrive we did. I won't comment on the bands, I was too drunk to remember to be honest. There was dancing, crazy dancing. A lot of that was by some bloke who's apparently quite famous. Somebody murdoch. Not rupert. Apparently he's a singer in some band or other. Some foolish words were uttered too, but that's how it often goes with drink. Then a subdued sunday. Meeting in....a pub, there's a shock. Some nutter was wearing the same tshirt as me. Some nutter was wearing the same tshirt as ally too. And some nutter was wearing the same tshirt as Nal and Calumn too. What are the odds of that? The group who went to the cinema saw Kristin off at the train station, the farewells were made, it was rather sad. For me it was anyway - I never liked goodbyes, even if they may only be temporary. Then it was to the west 13th for the quiz. They won. Not us. Them. We got beer though. And biscuits. Custard creams anyone? Sunday came & went, and now I am back where I started. Thanks to all I met - old and new. It was a great weekend. And, if anybody is interested, pics of this and other sinister events can be found somewhere near here: http://uk.photos.yahoo.com/professorpaulo Paul xx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. 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