So it was arranged we were getting a 10am train on Saturday morning for the one and only train going to Nantwich that day. Well, after the drinking onslaught we'd subjected ourselves to for George's birthday the night before, that was never going to happen. Me n Zoe don't remember anything after Gaia. Don't know where we went, don't know what we did, but we weren't well on Saturday morning. So a slow start to the day was necessary, and we eventually dragged ourselves to Stockport station at 12:45 where we randomly meet a couple of party people. Bugger, it's a replacement bus. Double bugger, there's no driver. The rail guys did eventually procure a driver, I can only presume by kidnapping him, as he was from London and this was his 2nd day on the job. He didn't know the way to either Wilmslow, Sandbach or Crewe. Having transferred all the Wilmslow passsengers to a different bus he only had to worry about Sandbach and Crewe, and us four were his only passengers. So we navigated whilst he drove. Had to stop the bus a couple of times to get directions, but we got there and made it to
Nantwich Beer festiival by two, five hours late, a fact few seem content to let us forget.
From what I can make out from my scribbles on the programme, I sampled:
- Raven Ale, Orkney
- Audley Gold, Townhouse
- Ode2Joy, Station House
- 45, Northern
- Gold, Williams
- ?
- Auld Humdinger, Houston
whilst Zoe sampled:
- Town Crier, Hobsons
- Eastgate Ale, Weetwood
- Fraoch, Heather Ales
- Scorpio Porter, Hanby
- Goldings, Leatherbritches
- ?
- Thrappledouser, Inveralmond
We did step out to try and find the food festival, but being late, lazy, hung over / re-drunk and also being so easily distracted by the glittering delights of Nantwich's charity shops (£3.75 for a pair of roller blades), we didn't make it, so carried on drinking instead, whilst
Grommett the Balloon Wyzzyrd sculpts hats for the birthday duo.

Getting back was almost more difficult than getting there. We (about 20 of us, all drunk, loud but friendly) piled onto a regular bus from Nantwich to Crewe, arriving in Crewe at exactly the same time our train to Manchester would leave. All efforts to make the driver not stop at any stops inbetween were unsuccessful. Cue an absurdly futile attempt at running hell for leather across Crewe to catch a train we knew had already left. The people of Crewe were deservedly confused by seeing such an array of dreadlocks and balloon hats racing across the little town. Now we have to go via Stoke, ho hum. get back at 10, arrive at the
Contact by 11.
MANY DIFFERENT SOUNDS was a stupendous eveing of bands, soundsystems and dancing, all in aid of charity. Everyone had a fucking brilliant time, our highlights being
Without A Reason (thanks for the
CD guys), the cool looking t-shirts we didn't buy from
kitnkabu, and whoever finished the night up in Space 2 were fucking, fucking brilliant.
After all that, Zoe's birthday has been slightly anticlimactic. A quiet day of presents, chilling and pool playing.