Cropredy.
Cropredy was good. Mostly. It rained a bit, and somebody got arrested. This was a drunken punter, but even that's unusual. I had the unusual experience of hearing over the radio, while helping hold someone down until the police arrived, that there was a report that he had a knife. Not conducive to a calm relaxed attitude, I can assure you. We don't think he did, though - the police went through his pockets when they arrived, and they didn't react as if they'd found anything exciting, and we certainly didn't see a knife.
Also, a certain friend (we'll call him Ian, because that's his name) lost the keys to his hired car on Friday night. He was, of course, a little nervous about this. When we heard, the next morning, that they'd been found and handed in, we naturally made no efforts at all to inform him. He didn't find out for another two hours. It had occurred to us to have the big raffle fiddled so he could win the keys back at eight in the evening, but events conspired against us.
Last Tuesday, I went to see Queen Adreena in London with Raven. This was very fine. It was a very fierce performance, and ended up with Katie getting the front row to tear her shirt off - there wasn't much of it left, as she'd been shredding it all evening. Every time I see them is still different. Impressive.
Fridayish, the radiator on the car sprung a leak and my boss handed in her notice - headed to Sheffield. On Saturday I headed over to Leicester to be
avalon_bliss's unglamorous assistant at the bicon disco. This was fun. Sunday I came back, very carefully due to the radiator problem, with
kboyd and
wechsler. Yesterday was the Calling, of course -
kitty_goth came up, which was excellent even if I didn't get to talk to him for as long as I'd have liked. Today a couple of problems came up at work. I went for a walk by the lake, and found the aforementioned boss feeding the ducks. She ended up throwing some bread at me as well . I'd always thought I was further up the food chain than that
Cropredy was good. Mostly. It rained a bit, and somebody got arrested. This was a drunken punter, but even that's unusual. I had the unusual experience of hearing over the radio, while helping hold someone down until the police arrived, that there was a report that he had a knife. Not conducive to a calm relaxed attitude, I can assure you. We don't think he did, though - the police went through his pockets when they arrived, and they didn't react as if they'd found anything exciting, and we certainly didn't see a knife.
Also, a certain friend (we'll call him Ian, because that's his name) lost the keys to his hired car on Friday night. He was, of course, a little nervous about this. When we heard, the next morning, that they'd been found and handed in, we naturally made no efforts at all to inform him. He didn't find out for another two hours. It had occurred to us to have the big raffle fiddled so he could win the keys back at eight in the evening, but events conspired against us.
Last Tuesday, I went to see Queen Adreena in London with Raven. This was very fine. It was a very fierce performance, and ended up with Katie getting the front row to tear her shirt off - there wasn't much of it left, as she'd been shredding it all evening. Every time I see them is still different. Impressive.
Fridayish, the radiator on the car sprung a leak and my boss handed in her notice - headed to Sheffield. On Saturday I headed over to Leicester to be