[F] Cambridge invasion report
Patrick Dersjant
so here's the long awaited for report on the dutch invasion of Cambridge,
a bit more than a week ago.
First off all, a list of all the attendees at the meet:
I. Invasion Crowd
Patrick, Menno, Martin, Eelco, Kimberley, Uwe, Jos
II. Home side:
Nikki, Jay, Mole, Vickie, Ccooke, Sandriana, Rand, Thomas, Ben, Rachel,
Colette, Eponine, Alan, Gideon, Jennifer, Tony, Brett, Paul, Liz, Keith,
Elaine, Hippo, Jonathan, Barry, Helen, Tim, Karen (the vodka vixen), Kat,
Simes, Kincaid, Miq, Susan, Livia, Allen with their babies zoë and the
one only referred to as 'the quiet baby'.
III. Local Furriners:
Mike (ok, furrin local), Arwen, Tamarra, Tom
That makes it an astonishing 47 people.
Anyways, let me start at the beginning, and that was Friday morning. Due
to the recent outbreak of FMD[1], border controls with Belgium were in
force again, so travellers were advised to leave early. We did, picked up
Eelco along the way and arrived at the border, only to find - no border
control at all. Ah well, better safe than sorry. So we continued onwards
to Oostende, where our ferry was already waiting for us. We had some
stuff that was almost but not entirely unlike food (don't ask Kimberley
about the baguette with scrambled eggs), then continued onwards onto the
ferry. The journey into Dover was pretty eventless, though we were able
to entertain ourselves with the coffee served on board. The bar served
the coffee in three different sort of cups, and was inconsistent in the
number of cookies you got with a cup as well - this ranged from a single
cookie up to eight <g>.
When we finally arrived in Dover, we continued towards Cambridge with
just one wrong left-turn that would have sent us westwards. Two full
rounds on the roundabout remedied that, and we went off into the right
direction. About two and a half hours later we arrived at Rachels house,
in time to order some chinese. As Martin had arranged a stay in the youth
hostel, Rachel and I quickly dropped him off in the city center. I must
get that sticker for the car - 'I drove in Cambridge city center and
survived'.
Shortly after we returned, the food arrived, and was devoured hungrily.
Some more talking was done, but reasonably early we called it a day.
The next morning saw us showering and then enjoying breakfast - crumpets,
muffins and coffee. Some time was spent geeking, and I remember a crowd
gathering around Ben playing Delta Force Land Warrior. Not too much later
however, we started the walk into town, where we would meet a colleague
of Rachel, who would take four of us (Flexor, Jos, Eelco & me) to see the
most famous of Cambridge landmarks - the coffee pot. In the meantime, the
rest of the crowd amused themselves in the local Waterstones, a book shop
with section titles like, amongst others, 'Horror', 'Science Fiction',
and 'Terry Pratchett'.
The geek tour however went fine - not only were we able to see the coffee
pot and determine that it was empty, we also got a look around at the
NOC, having a peek at the more modern Suns and the most important machine
(as determined by the number of spares present) - an old^Wvintage BBC
microcomputer used to display status information all through the
building.
Anyways, back at the bookstore we went for the next part of the afternoon
programme: a chem lecture - it was, after all, National Science week, and
what else would a geek want - on how to blow up things. Yes, this was
about gases - both the explosive and the non explosive things. One of the
quotes I still remember was 'Now, let's see, what else can we burn?'. The
cunning plan to get some Helium to the meet for general merryment was
abandoned for some reason however.
By the time we got out of the lecture, it had started to rain, and we
walked briskly towards the meet pub, which was still closed. So we took
the one across the street, where Tom, Mike, Martin, Sandriana and some
more people where already waiting. Some darts was played, and the first
bad puns were made. When the real pub opened about half an hour later, we
went over, to occupy the first floor, where Rachel had optimistically
reserved space for 'about twenty to twenty five' people. Quickly it
became clear that the UK contingent wouldn't let us cloggies invade
without heavy restistance, though. More and more people turned up, making
this a densely populated meet. From this point onwards my memories blur,
so I really hope people chip in with their own stories and memories - I
for my part talked to loads of people, did a round with Martin at one
point to get a list of all attendees, didn't get to talk to everybody I
wanted to talk to, organized the Hannover meet three days later with Uwe,
Jenny and Kimberley (see other post), had loads of great ales (why don't
they have any of them over here?), and a great stilton burger. Ah yes,
the stilton burger. It seems, that from the people who ate this, at least
seven have confirmed food poisoning. Two definitely had the burger
without any consequences - Eelco and me. Could that be because of the
bottle of Irn Bru-Vodka Arwen so kindly provided us with, and which was
finished by the two of us later that night whilst filking 'AFP ga ga'?
Anyways, the meet was great, but due to the UK pub regulations (luckily
they don't have *them* over here...) finished too early. A lot of
goodbyes, and after a brisk walk we returned to Ben and Rachels place, to
do a bit more talking, and in Eelco and my case, filking (yes, that one
will be posted, but requires a finishing touch). Finally, all became
quiet as sleep set in.
The next morning (sunday) saw the people who crashed at Tom's place
(Mike, Jos and Kimberley) return for breakfast. As both Flexor and me
wanted to take some Irn Bru with us to the Netherlands, we ventured down
to the local supermarket - which didn't stock it. So we did a quick trip
with Menno's car to the local Tesco, and took Martin with us, who
sprinted out of the showing of 'The X-Men' to get his own shot as well.
Unfortunately, there were only two bottles left on the shelf, but a
helpful assistent came back with a sixpack of 2l bottles, which we
requested he put directly into our cart. He looked at us a bit funny,
then.
Anyways, the shopping done, we returned home, to unpack the bottles and
put them in my car boot. Though, on reflection, it was a mistake to put
the car keys temporarily into the boot as well. Of course, I only noticed
*after* I closed it, and stood there without the keys, in front of a
locked car. Bugger. And only two hours before we'd have to leave to catch
the ferry.
Luckily I'm a dutch AA member, and the AA arrived quite quickly - within
twenty minutes if I remember it correctly. The guy unpacked his stuff,
then the first thing he did was look into the manual. Mmm, good thing.
The first approach (the coathanger one, I'm sure you know it - else
there's probably a web page describing it - try googling) failed, but the
second approach, featuring some pieces of plastic and some good old yarn
did the trick. Of course, in the meantime the service man asked us what
we do for a living - and sure enough, the moment you mention computers...
Anyways, we got back into the appartment again, and were able to watch
the last fifteen minutes of the X-Men. Then it was time to pack up,
exchange hugs, say goodbye, and leave.
The trip back was not as uneventful as Fridays trip to Cambridge. All
went well until we hit the M25, where a large transport blocked the way
for three exits. When we were finally allowed to pass, my car had to
catch up with Menno's as he was in a different lane and got past the
obstacle much faster. It wasn't until far beyond the Dartford tunnel that
we caught up.
However, time wasn't an issue, as it appeared the ferry had a half hour
delay. It was about an hour when we left, in high seas - boarding was
really difficult; I've not yet had to drive onto a ship that's going up
and down at least a meter.
Anyways, with that delay, and a pretty stormy crossing ('free roller
coaster ride with every second crossing'), we arrived in Oostende pretty
late, and back in Leiderdorp even later - at about 3am local time.
Dropped off Jos and Kimberley at their place, and left Martin, Uwe and
Eelco to sort themselves out, as they didn't have anywhere else to go
anymore <g>.
All in all, a very good weekend, definitely worth the effort. A pity the
meet wasn't longer, but then CCDE is also coming up - I'm looking forward
to it.
Patrick,
patting the sig monster for an appropriate quote.
[1] Foot and Mouth Disease, for those unfamiliar with the abbreviation.
--
'If Jack Straw wants to limit immigration he'd make a good start by
closing down afp...' -- Orjan Westin, on same channel.
Chris Share
> There was also a "used books" and "bargain books" shop a few metres down
> the street. Didn't find all that much, though.
Really? Those two (along with the market) are why I managed to get about
40 books last term alone... If you get the right day cambridge is
wonderful for book shopping IMHO.
chris
Dragon Prince
"Uwe Milde" <umi...@gmx.de> wrote in message
news:84tpctobqjl74u9e8...@milde.ndh.net...
> On Tue, 3 Apr 2001 23:03:02 +0200, Patrick Dersjant wrote:
>
> >II. Home side:
> >Nikki, Jay, Mole, Vickie, Ccooke, Sandriana, Rand, Thomas, Ben,
Rachel,
> >Colette, Eponine, Alan, Gideon, Jennifer, Tony, Brett, Paul,
Liz, Keith,
> >Elaine, Hippo, Jonathan, Barry, Helen, Tim, Karen (the vodka
vixen), Kat,
> >Simes, Kincaid, Miq, Susan, Livia, Allen with their babies zoë
and the
> >one only referred to as 'the quiet baby'.
>
> suspiciously absent from that list. :-)
Mark D I'm assuming you ment Dmark? then yes he is listed as
Hippo!
DP
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Chris Share
> IMO, the general section normally too unspecific for me to find anything
> (I just don't know what to look for, and I don't have the time to make
> the effort), I'm not too keen on travel guides, computer books are
> nothing I buy on a mood (and I have my cost effective sources for those)
> and for the scientific books - I wasn't in the mood for research.
> So what does this say about the shop? Nothing much, I guess. I've seen
> 2nd hand book shops that suit me better in all those areas of interest.
> YMMV, and most probably does.
>
> Regards
> Uwe
The stuff in Oxfam books is a bit variable, but Galloway and Porter's is
much better - the best bit is the paperbacks downstairs, they have some
really good stuff in there - if you can be bothered to look through them
all. For example last term I saw a load of copies of The Unadulterated
cat for only £1 each... also found the DWC for the same.
chris