Sunday, September 25, 2005

Zoe and Scott's Birthdays

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:
  1. Raven Ale, Orkney
  2. Audley Gold, Townhouse
  3. Ode2Joy, Station House
  4. 45, Northern
  5. Gold, Williams
  6. ?
  7. Auld Humdinger, Houston

whilst Zoe sampled:
  1. Town Crier, Hobsons
  2. Eastgate Ale, Weetwood
  3. Fraoch, Heather Ales
  4. Scorpio Porter, Hanby
  5. Goldings, Leatherbritches
  6. ?
  7. 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.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

George's Birthday

I'm meant to be in Nantwich now you know. But we not well. Oooohhh. Anyway, we don't know where we went afterGaia last night, but I apparently stole two coats from it. If you were in a venue on Canal Street last night and you lost either a denim jacket, or a cream cord jacket with fleece lining and a pot of VO5 styling clay in the pocket, they're round at my flat. Sorry.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Gort, Robert Wise barada nikto

Robert Wise Dies: "He made arguably the best science fiction film of all time (DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL), the best haunted house film of all time (THE HAUNTING) and he edited the best film of all time, CITIZEN KANE." nuff said. farewell.

Friday, September 09, 2005

b -h  m - n  r p s -d

Dictionaraoke - The Singing Dictionary
Main Entry: dic?tio?nar?a?o?ke
Pronunciation: 'dik-sh&-'ner-A-O-ke
Definition: Audio clips from online dictionaries sing the hits of yesterday and today. The fun of karaoke meets the word power of the dictionary.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Anyone got chianti?

Mmm, I've got a craving for man flesh and can be enjoyed by carnivores and vegans alike!

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Sidmouth

Last weekend myself, Poade and Maddy buggered off to Sidmouth for a couple of night's camping.

Ladram Bay near Sidmouth


We stayed at Ladram Bay which had all the facilities we needed, although a hefty old walk to Sidmouth itself up and over a big bit of headland. We ate at the fantastic Neil's Restaurant where I, forgoing 5 years of vegetarianism, had my first and last taste of Lobster. I always said I'd never deny myself an experience, and Poade said this was the best he'd ever had, so... The weekend was polished off with golf and Tea and Scones at The Cosy Teapot. Which was spiffing.