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bugshaw at 08:18pm on 04/09/2005
bugshaw at 08:18pm on 04/09/2005MC phoned to say that after the Hendon Air Museum trip they went to a pub so he'd be back late. A pub! How could I not have foreseen this? There I was, sat at home, thinking they'd just be talking about planes... I could have been at that pub!
BBQ was good: we are of course left with a sausage mountain (more of an Aztec pyramid if you stack them properly) but only one bottle of wine. More people were drinking beer than bringing beer (naughty people!), and 6 litres of Diet Coke disappeared in what felt like seconds. Lots of people, lots of talking, only a tiny bit of hamster and a brief interlude when I decided I really must write my TAFF platform (and did).
We have new neighbours at 105, but as there's a 6-foot fence between our gardens our interaction has been somewhat limited. B sits in garden, reading River of Gods, hearing new young international female students introduce each other. Ball sails over fence and startles B. B takes ball to fence and gently drops it over the side so as not to land on anyone. Neighbour is sitting against fence, and is startled when ball drops on her. Oops! Mutual apologies are shouted over fence. Later, neighbour waters garden beds with hose - water sprays through gap at bottom of fence onto B who has nodded off and is quite startled.
BBQ was good: we are of course left with a sausage mountain (more of an Aztec pyramid if you stack them properly) but only one bottle of wine. More people were drinking beer than bringing beer (naughty people!), and 6 litres of Diet Coke disappeared in what felt like seconds. Lots of people, lots of talking, only a tiny bit of hamster and a brief interlude when I decided I really must write my TAFF platform (and did).
We have new neighbours at 105, but as there's a 6-foot fence between our gardens our interaction has been somewhat limited. B sits in garden, reading River of Gods, hearing new young international female students introduce each other. Ball sails over fence and startles B. B takes ball to fence and gently drops it over the side so as not to land on anyone. Neighbour is sitting against fence, and is startled when ball drops on her. Oops! Mutual apologies are shouted over fence. Later, neighbour waters garden beds with hose - water sprays through gap at bottom of fence onto B who has nodded off and is quite startled.
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Glad you BBQ'd happily :-)
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(And no, we made out excuses and left.)
Many thanks for the BBQ - I'm glad I didn't contribute any sausages, though I thing the burgers went down OK. (Next time, I'll do some without the cheese in.)
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Worse, incidentally, than bringing wine and drinking beer, as far as I'm concerned, is bringing totally shite beer and then drinking the real ale, and then cheerfully saying 'oh, there's a can of John Smith's' to the people looking around for the gallon of beer they brought through the door 25 minutes earlier. Honestly, the only conclusion I can reach is that I have friends who believe that the purpose of parties is to drink at other people's expense. Whine, winge.
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I think there is an ingrained instinct that, when going to a party, you take a bottle of wine.
There's a tendency in the Cambridge area for the host to get a polypin or two of Milton Brewery beer. This seems an excellent idea, and next time we throw a party, we'll need to be organised enough to do this.
And then there are the cider drinkers.
And the soft drink imbibers.
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Been there, done that. So when do we get to read it?
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Me too - and I've just realised I've not made mention of previously standing under a different name... I expect people will make the connection. I don't know when the ballot will be published, but here's what I sent James. I only cringe a bit on re-reading.
Bridget "Bug" Bradshaw
I’m an active fan (since 1990), conrunner and fanzine writer (Obsessions, Squiggledy Hoy) I work for the SF Foundation and the UK’s League of Fan Funds, and I keep a LiveJournal (bugshaw). I’ve stopped using my wheelchair - hurrah! - thanks to dairy intolerance and cheese avoidance - boo! I would like to give myself to fandom in the US and Canada for six weeks, to meet new people and old friends. I am (I’m told) witty, interesting and enthusiastic. Expect my fund-raising to be imaginative, my accounts meticulous, and my report full of my sense of the absurd. And hamsters.
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Now my chums are entering their 30s, I've noticed the beer dividend has vanished and I often end up with fewer bottles than I started with (typically evenly split between good wine and godawful lager/alcopops). Which is a bit crap. I think part of the reason is that my parties are still fairly boozy, and many of my friends have got into the habit of just bringing a bottle of wine to more sedate parties.
Sorry we couldn't make your do by the way.
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Looks like the dead branch of the allegedly council-protected elder finally bit the dust, probably "helped" by various barbecue attendees tugging on it and proclaiming it to be dangerous.