*F* Cam 5.0 meet report
Emmet O'Brien
accepted.
First to arrive, except for your humble narrator who had come straight from
work and was therefore ridiculously early, was Toby Haynes. Shortly thereafter
we were joined by the Damerell and LNR Blair, and subsequently, by Andrew
Mobbs, Dr^Huncan McGregor, Owen Dunn, Paul Rood and Karen K, Robin, a number
of thespians the only name among whom I can remember is Jo Cox, Lou and John,
and, just after last orders as is becoming his wont, the Bryan. I'm sure I've
left someone out, prithee take not offense. Richard Kettlewell is excluded
because of the haircut, which justifies quisitioning IMO.
The ever-charming Karen formalised my adoption, and surprised me with a
box of chocolates. I remain utterly bemused by those on the committee who
can find it in their hearts to make jests about this most exquisite young
lady, whom I have always found a paragon of all things admirable. Alas, the
most quotable quote of the evening was one of hers, on which I am sworn to
silence. It was stated that she has been known to cry my name in committee
meetings, a statement of which in the interests of preserving some sort of
tenuous grasp on reality I would rather like to have further confirmation.
I may at that point have been suffering from aural hallucinations. I
haven't hallucinated for a year and a half now, but one never knows.
Mistress Blair made it quite clear, several times, with increasing volume,
that on this of all evenings she intended to behave herself. Only four male
attendees were privileged to have her sit on their lap and be loud in close
proximity to their ears, and only yhn was permitted to share a pint of really
quite good Guinness as the evening wore on. Truly awful jokes were exchanged,
including the rat joke, the polar bear joke, the striped snakes joke, and
several on the topic of goths and/or compscis. Other topics of conversation
included Donaldson's Gap books, Nethack, some technical stuff at the other
end of the table, flirtation in general, people calling me a tart, whether
it was possible to make someone sitting on one seasick by tapping one's
foot in time with the background music, and, reliably, children's television
programmes of our youth. Photographs from Cambridge 3.0, Ealing 3.0 and the
most recent London signing were passed around and giggled at, and the passing
resemblance between the Damerell and Glenn Close was mercilessly pointed out.
Yhn quite possibly owes his survival to the continued failure of Kat to turn
up at a suitable time to see some of the pictures of her. For those who are
interested, the few pictures taken at this meet marked the conclusion of a
roll of film, the first pictures on which date from the afp Xmas party's
London night, and these should be recovered by next weekend.
Anyway, time passed, once again, I found myself not talking to as many
people as I would have wished for as long as I would, and we departed leaving
only an Elder Sign tour ad, [ lacking in dates, venues, or for that matter any
information of a useful nature ] on a graffiti board behind us. The group
gradually fissioned en route across Cambridge, with various individuals
taking the safe piloting of Mss. Blair to her chosen crash space in relays,
and presumably safe returns home for all concerned.
Emmet
--
Orgies are no fun on your own.
Richard Kettlewell
>I'm sure I've left someone out, prithee take not offense.
I distinctly remember talking to an astronomer called Peter,
actually.
>Richard Kettlewell is excluded because of the haircut, which
>justifies quisitioning IMO.
Grrrrrrr
--
Richard Kettlewell
http://www.elmail.co.uk/staff/richard/ ric...@uk.geeks.org
Eat a live toad before breakfast and nothing worse will happen to you all day.
P J Bleackley
: Emmet O'Brien <eaob...@ebi.ac.uk> wrote:
: >I'm sure I've left someone out, prithee take not offense.
: I distinctly remember talking to an astronomer called Peter,
: actually.
Well, it wasn't me, as I haven't been to Cambridge since last summer, and
the only afper I met there was Dharos of al-Dukran. (Plus, I usually
leave the r off the end of my first name).
--
~~~PETE "QUANTUM" BLEACKLEY~~~
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College of St. Hild and St. Bede~ ~University of Durham
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Toby Haynes
P J Bleackley <P.J.Bl...@durham.ac.uk> wrote:
>Richard Kettlewell (ric...@uk.geeks.org) wrote:
>: Emmet O'Brien <eaob...@ebi.ac.uk> wrote:
>
>: >I'm sure I've left someone out, prithee take not offense.
>: I distinctly remember talking to an astronomer called Peter,
>: actually.
>Well, it wasn't me, as I haven't been to Cambridge since last summer, and
>the only afper I met there was Dharos of al-Dukran. (Plus, I usually
>leave the r off the end of my first name).
You're an astronomer too? Wow - we are everywhere! The invasion of the
Astro-people! :-)
Actually it was Peter Debenham who was at the meet - he's a sometime
lurker of AFP and he played the Astrologer (sic) in the local
production of TCOM/TLF at the ADC!
Cheers,
Toby
--
Toby Haynes | "I COULD MURDER A CURRY" - Death
Somewhere in Cambridge | Mort by Terry Pratchett
Emmet O'Brien
>Richard Kettlewell (ric...@uk.geeks.org) wrote:
>: Emmet O'Brien <eaob...@ebi.ac.uk> wrote:
>: >I'm sure I've left someone out, prithee take not offense.
>: I distinctly remember talking to an astronomer called Peter,
>: actually.
>Astro-people! :-)
>Actually it was Peter Debenham who was at the meet - he's a sometime
>lurker of AFP and he played the Astrologer (sic) in the local
>production of TCOM/TLF at the ADC!
apologies for not remembering the name, and a big 'nyah nyah' to Richard.
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CD Skogsberg
(GMT), in <kwq*Ej...@myrddin.chu.cam.ac.uk> the scribe Richard
Kettlewell <ric...@uk.geeks.org> wrote thus:
>Emmet O'Brien <eaob...@ebi.ac.uk> wrote:
>>Richard Kettlewell is excluded because of the haircut, which
>>justifies quisitioning IMO.
>Grrrrrrr
Well, Emmet, you could always ask you friendly neigborhood Head of the
Quisition... I'm sure we can find *something* to warrant Quisitioning.
<big, evil grin>
cd
(Who shall ask a friend for help with a "The Quisition Wants You!"
t-shirt.)
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