*Waves cheerfully*
Sep. 28th, 2005 06:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mad_andyHello everybody, I'm back!
I'm also - unsurprisingly - knackered. It has been a busy couple of days. But oh my frickin' goodness have I had some fun!
*Waits and looks around*
OK. Nobody about. Typical. Oh well. Hands up who wants to hear about Man Raze?
Tough, 'cos you gotta hear the other shit first. *Laughs hysterically at self*
Anyway, there I was, four hours late leaving, jumping on the Oxford Express to dear old Londinium. Rang Jaynie, told her I was four hours late and said I'd call when I hit town... and then, diary dearest, I went to sleep. Woke up at Baker Street, rang the girls again, was given instructions and once I hit the street at Marble Arch was off to Notting Hill - the Starbucks we use and the place we stalk Phil when he has his morning coffee. He can run away if he wants to so hush.
Ah, that first sight of friends sore missed after time apart! I still find it hard to believe - what with my low self esteem an' all - that people (smart, clever, switched on, together people) can spot me coming through a door and shout my name with eyes lighting up and grins spreading across faces. It feels damn fine, though. So we hugged and said hi, I showed off the Beeyootiful Boots and there we were, a unit once again.
No time for a cup of tea; we hammered straight off to find somewhere to eat. Good job K knew where she was going; I (as usual) trailed behind and followed happily, trying not to get run over when we crossed the road. Harder than it sounds in London, I assure you.
Eventually managed to get seated at a pub, and ordered dinner; what is it with the English and salads? Sometimes I think if you can neither roast nor fry it then we're not interested in preparing it... still, Mandy managed to persuade the management of the pub of the error of her ways and got her garnish (a couple of rather limp lettuce leaves) replaced with a proper side salad.
We were six: myself, Jaynie, Mandy, Sharon, Kerstin and Silke. Damn, but it was good to be together again! Isn't it strange how six women - with little in common except their musical taste - can become such good friends, and stay that way? No complaints here. Hanging out with the girlfriends is the most fun I think I can have with my clothes on...
We got hassled in the pub - a lot. I guess that's what you get for sitting near the door, all the local winos have to pass through and attempt to get your cash off you. Or to buy Jaynie's fags when she's off having a pee, which would have made us about as popular as a fart in a spacesuit, I guess.
Quite the hike across town to the hotel; we were in a Travelodge on the North Circular, so once we'd packed K and Silke off to K's flat we hit the underground and, as occasional users will, managed to get the wrong prong of the central line and went round in circles for a bit. No harm done, but by this time we were all tired and wanted nothing more than to hit the hay! We'd decided to have a little shopping trip in the morning... and my credit card was already shivering hard enough to make my wallet twitch.
Thus, with system crying out for mercy (non smoking room!) and legs about ready to collapse under me (second bloody floor and the lift was knackered!) I had a shower, flooded the bathroom (!)... and dropped off to sleep.
More later, when I'm not so damn tired!
I'm also - unsurprisingly - knackered. It has been a busy couple of days. But oh my frickin' goodness have I had some fun!
*Waits and looks around*
OK. Nobody about. Typical. Oh well. Hands up who wants to hear about Man Raze?
Tough, 'cos you gotta hear the other shit first. *Laughs hysterically at self*
Anyway, there I was, four hours late leaving, jumping on the Oxford Express to dear old Londinium. Rang Jaynie, told her I was four hours late and said I'd call when I hit town... and then, diary dearest, I went to sleep. Woke up at Baker Street, rang the girls again, was given instructions and once I hit the street at Marble Arch was off to Notting Hill - the Starbucks we use and the place we stalk Phil when he has his morning coffee. He can run away if he wants to so hush.
Ah, that first sight of friends sore missed after time apart! I still find it hard to believe - what with my low self esteem an' all - that people (smart, clever, switched on, together people) can spot me coming through a door and shout my name with eyes lighting up and grins spreading across faces. It feels damn fine, though. So we hugged and said hi, I showed off the Beeyootiful Boots and there we were, a unit once again.
No time for a cup of tea; we hammered straight off to find somewhere to eat. Good job K knew where she was going; I (as usual) trailed behind and followed happily, trying not to get run over when we crossed the road. Harder than it sounds in London, I assure you.
Eventually managed to get seated at a pub, and ordered dinner; what is it with the English and salads? Sometimes I think if you can neither roast nor fry it then we're not interested in preparing it... still, Mandy managed to persuade the management of the pub of the error of her ways and got her garnish (a couple of rather limp lettuce leaves) replaced with a proper side salad.
We were six: myself, Jaynie, Mandy, Sharon, Kerstin and Silke. Damn, but it was good to be together again! Isn't it strange how six women - with little in common except their musical taste - can become such good friends, and stay that way? No complaints here. Hanging out with the girlfriends is the most fun I think I can have with my clothes on...
We got hassled in the pub - a lot. I guess that's what you get for sitting near the door, all the local winos have to pass through and attempt to get your cash off you. Or to buy Jaynie's fags when she's off having a pee, which would have made us about as popular as a fart in a spacesuit, I guess.
Quite the hike across town to the hotel; we were in a Travelodge on the North Circular, so once we'd packed K and Silke off to K's flat we hit the underground and, as occasional users will, managed to get the wrong prong of the central line and went round in circles for a bit. No harm done, but by this time we were all tired and wanted nothing more than to hit the hay! We'd decided to have a little shopping trip in the morning... and my credit card was already shivering hard enough to make my wallet twitch.
Thus, with system crying out for mercy (non smoking room!) and legs about ready to collapse under me (second bloody floor and the lift was knackered!) I had a shower, flooded the bathroom (!)... and dropped off to sleep.
More later, when I'm not so damn tired!