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Friday went pleasantly with my friend Fozdyke ringing me to remind me we were doing beers that night and he would collect me. Bears had, food ated, much ranting done, oh yes :-)
Much more ranting with Sara later while not getting around to ringing for taxi.

Up "early" on Saturday to whizz off to Brum. Took longer than hoped due to NCP franchise on M1, so nipped off via M45 and then remembering I had fewer dots in Local Area Birmingham than I'd have prefered... but eventually arrived at Chez quondam for tea and chatting.

From there a quick visit to the Velvet Glove third world sweatshop for more tea and more chatting.

Finally to the Partee at Mr & Mrs evil_chalkie's new abode. Ate pizza, sold horn to eBay chap. Reprise of seeing quondam now with ruana1 and nyarbaggytep's R. Also dubious LT/Outcast crossover types. And others.
Drank exhotic canned pop until about midnight, drove home.

Went to bed, got up, not as early as planned... but in enough time to actually get to Tesco's and then to the Camping Exhibition. Which has just openned and thus has only half its damned stock, so no shiney new airbed for me!. Got some very Large metal spikes for ratchet strapping at Maelstrom.

Saturday saw me chug up to Brum (at 42 mph!!) to stay with nyarbaggytep & R and eat chinese fud along with mr_cook and then to go to quondam's party. Which was nice.
A little warm inside so often out in the back garden.
She is a fine host and I drank a lot of Green also some Brown and some Pink.
Up in the morning like a lark (relative to other residents).
They departed to look at ... things and I hie me around the corner to see a Ferret & rant about LRP.
Joined by Karl for a while then I set to chug back home, stopping (mainly due to bordom) at Corely & W-Gap.
Home in time for 24. Rah!

I drove to Brum. And back. With no engine errata. This was good.
evil_chalkie's party was better :-)
Saw many people, some with LJs, some with LJ's they never use and some without.
Including the urban myth that still is Kevin Margetts; or perhaps "Kevin Margetts is, still"!
Although he did dance, so not still like that.

Lunch in the Red Lion with similar types.
Tempted the fate of ignitions and visited fusalys on the way home.

( 'that stuff' )