*F* Edinburgh afpmeet report
Lethargic Man (anag.)
There's probably another report winging it's way through the news
propagation from someone with a psion, but here's a report anyway - after
all it was marmite... er, my meet.
On Saturday 22nd March in the year of somebody else's Lord 1997, an afpmeet
took place within the confines of the fair town of Edinburgh. Persons present
included:
Mchl Grnt (a lethargic man),
Random Companion (an afper from the deep south),
Jason (a slave of the above),
Duncan MacGregor (a psychopathic tickler),
Andrew Mobbs (an avatar of Nyarlathotep),
Leighton Pritchard (a Lancastrian) and Jennifer (a girlfriend),
Allan Third (a Glaswegian),
Deena Mobbs (a lurker of many years' standing),
Craig Garvie, Neil Caldwell and Adrian Hurt (all lurkers), and
Spike (a hedgehog).
The afpmeet was convened at the abode of your humble^Ulethargic narrator,
and commenced with a test of the illuminatory status of the attendants
(whether they were able to see the fnord on the door). Entertainment whilst
we waited for everyone to turn up was provided by Random's bubble guns,
courtesy of the Podling's birthday bash last week.
Various beverages were drunk (though not quaffed; the only person to make
an attempt at trashing my flat was mine own self...). We
were treated to the interesting sight of Neil apparently getting sloshed on
Irn Bru; in the tradition of afpmeets chocolate-covered coffee beans were
consumed (in two flavours, amaretto and cinammon). Since the afpmeet
coincided with the Jewish festival of Purim, the assembled were introduced
to the festival's traditional Bread Product, Homontashen. It's like... er,
perhaps it's best not to try and describe it, but it involves figs, raisins
and bready stuff. ;^)
Since various Moving Pictures had been brought along, we attempted to
provide suitable refreshments by making our own banged grains. Foolishly
the banging of said grains was left to your hum^H^H^Hlethargic narrator and
Random, neither of whom is safe to be left in the kitchen, and after the
cooking pot attempted to swallow up your h^Hlethargic narrator whole,
we then proceeded to burn the grains and melt our way through the
tablecloth). Membership of the Guild of Alchemists is currently pending...
Undeterred, we sat down with our barbecue-flavoured banged grains and
proceeded to watch our way through, in succession, "Truckers" and "The
Wizard of Speed And Time".
Random's psion was pitted against Deena's in a Contest of Silly Noises;
Deena's one emerged the better equipped, thanks to Pterry's famous
"bingely bingely beep". Due to lack of time Random's game of Twister was
abandoned, but that didn't stop her indulgence in debauchery^Utickling
with Duncan and a certain other nameless member of the company. Suffice it
to say I've never before met someone as dexterous with their feet as their
hands. *shudder*
Eventually in the vicinity of 4:00, the meet wound down with a sing-along
of the Flumps theme tune, and your humble narrator tootled off with a
bottle of Granny Weatherwax's Ramtop Invigoratore and Passion Philtre
('onne spoonful onlie before bed and that smalle') to indulge in some
serious, er, lethargy. A good time had been had by all (well at least by
me...) and it was agreed that a follow-up afpmeet be arranged in Glasgow
at some future time.
the afpscribe,
Mchl Grnt
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Random's Personal Mail
In article <Pine.SUN.3.95.970324103534.16380E-100000@charon>, "Lethargic
Man (anag.)" <msg...@cee.hw.ac.uk> writes
>Since the afpmeet
>coincided with the Jewish festival of Purim, the assembled were introduced
>to the festival's traditional Bread Product, Homontashen. It's like... er,
>perhaps it's best not to try and describe it, but it involves figs, raisins
>and bready stuff. ;^)
This was the first to start off the Pass The Food game wasn't it? where
we were tying to break off the tiniest bits possible and see how many
times it would go round the room. The coffee beans did something
similar. I'm currently drinking the Stag's Breath I bought in Edinburgh
to try and forget rec.arts.drwho. Other than the fact that I fell asleep
in the recording studio today, I thought the meet went really well, and
was worth travelling 400 odd miles for.
>Foolishly
>the banging of said grains was left to your hum^H^H^Hlethargic narrator and
>Random, neither of whom is safe to be left in the kitchen,
But we followed the instructions. Anyway, couldn't smell the smoke with
the lid on. Made a lot when the lid came off though, didn't it? This is
what happens when people try and use flames in the kitchen, instead of
nice, sensible microwaves.
>Random's psion was pitted against Deena's in a Contest of Silly Noises;
>Deena's one emerged the better equipped, thanks to Pterry's famous
>"bingely bingely beep".
Mine's only a poor innocent little baby of a Siena 512k. Does what I
need it to do. Don't need any bingley bingley beep. SULK.
>Due to lack of time Random's game of Twister was
>abandoned, but that didn't stop her indulgence in debauchery^Utickling
>with Duncan and a certain other nameless member of the company. Suffice it
>to say I've never before met someone as dexterous with their feet as their
>hands. *shudder*
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Why do you think Jason puts up with the way I treat
him?
>
>Eventually in the vicinity of 4:00, the meet wound down with a sing-along
>of the Flumps theme tune, and your humble narrator tootled off with a
>bottle of Granny Weatherwax's Ramtop Invigoratore and Passion Philtre
>('onne spoonful onlie before bed and that smalle') to indulge in some
>serious, er, lethargy. A good time had been had by all (well at least by
>me...) and it was agreed that a follow-up afpmeet be arranged in Glasgow
>at some future time.
I want to have another go at Arthur's Seat when it isn't raining
sideways.
--
Random's Personal Mail
Rudolph the Deliverer
>Random's psion was pitted against Deena's in a Contest of Silly Noises;
>Deena's one emerged the better equipped, thanks to Pterry's famous
>abandoned, but that didn't stop her indulgence in debauchery^Utickling
>with Duncan and a certain other nameless member of the company. Suffice it
>to say I've never before met someone as dexterous with their feet as their
>hands. *shudder*
Apart from, of course, the librarian, due to his being a monk^H^H
orangutan. Or mebbe it's just 'cos random is not very good with her
hands <grin> I wouldn't know though.
Rudolph the Deliverer.
--
"And I heard the voice of harpers
harping with their harps."
Revalation 14:2
Random's Personal Mail
In article <lebfIDAw...@barstep.demon.co.uk>, Rudolph the Deliverer
<Mat...@barstep.demon.co.uk> writes
>>Random's psion was pitted against Deena's in a Contest of Silly Noises;
>>Deena's one emerged the better equipped, thanks to Pterry's famous
>>"bingely bingely beep". Due to lack of time Random's game of Twister was
>>abandoned, but that didn't stop her indulgence in debauchery^Utickling
>>with Duncan and a certain other nameless member of the company. Suffice it
>>to say I've never before met someone as dexterous with their feet as their
>>hands. *shudder*
>
>Apart from, of course, the librarian, due to his being a monk^H^H
>orangutan. Or mebbe it's just 'cos random is not very good with her
>hands <grin> I wouldn't know though.
>
--
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Ook.
Unsolicited commercial mail unwelcome.
Rudolph the Deliverer
In article <47$0RHAw0...@espace.demon.co.uk>, Random's Personal Mail
<ran...@espace.demon.co.uk> writes
>In article <lebfIDAw...@barstep.demon.co.uk>, Rudolph the Deliverer
><Mat...@barstep.demon.co.uk> writes
>>>Random's psion was pitted against Deena's in a Contest of Silly Noises;
>>>Deena's one emerged the better equipped, thanks to Pterry's famous
>>>"bingely bingely beep". Due to lack of time Random's game of Twister was
>>>abandoned, but that didn't stop her indulgence in debauchery^Utickling
>>>with Duncan and a certain other nameless member of the company. Suffice it
>>>to say I've never before met someone as dexterous with their feet as their
>>>hands. *shudder*
>>
>>Apart from, of course, the librarian, due to his being a monk^H^H
>>orangutan. Or mebbe it's just 'cos random is not very good with her
>>hands <grin> I wouldn't know though.
>>
>Ask Jason.
Um..... Jason?
Please, do tell us[1].
RTD
[1]A simple 'not good/good' will do, no need to go into detail[2].
[2]But, if you want to, please mail it <heowge grin>.
Jason
The Lethargic one:
> Suffice it to say I've never before met someone as dexterous with their
> feet as their hands. *shudder*
Rudolph the Deliverer:
> Apart from, of course, the librarian, due to his being a monk^H^H
> orangutan. Or mebbe it's just 'cos random is not very good with her
> hands <grin> I wouldn't know though.
Random:
> >Ask Jason.
Rudolph the Deliverer:
> Um..... Jason?
> Please, do tell us[1].
> [1]A simple 'not good/good' will do, no need to go into detail[2].
Good. =-)
> [2]But, if you want to, please mail it <heowge grin>.
No friggin' chance! I'd *never* survive if she found out...
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Random Companion's slave... | -T2K
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John Ewing
In article: <Pine.SUN.3.95.970324103534.16380E-100000@charon>
"Lethargic Man (anag.)" <msg...@cee.hw.ac.uk> writes:
[snip]
> On Saturday 22nd March in the year of somebody else's Lord
ROFL
> 1997, an afpmeet took place within the confines of the fair
> town of Edinburgh.
[hilarious report of meet snipped]
> and it was agreed that a follow-up afpmeet be arranged in Glasgow
> at some future time.
I wish you luck - the last time I tried to organise Glasgow 2,
only two people contacted me to express an interest.
Sorry I couldn't get to Edinburgh, but I had to be back
in Glasgow that night.
--
John S. Ewing | internet: jo...@gelsalba.demon.co.uk
Glaschu / Glasgow |
Alba / Scotland |
u02ndc
John Ewing (jo...@gelsalba.demon.co.uk) wrote:
: In article: <Pine.SUN.3.95.970324103534.16380E-100000@charon>
: [snip]
: ROFL
You should've come....some other glaswegians managed and
even though they missed their bus, they got home alright..
by the way, is the M8 usually closed at 2am in the morning?
Irn bru pisshead.
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