<p>(snfrpblgts is <a href="http://everything2.com/?node=a+scar+faery">me</a>, btw, and also a nonsense word that appeared on live subtitles on the ten o'clock news once)</p> <p align="center">*</p> <!-- testing the interface, left for posterity --> <p>Herring is absolutely groovy and we love him to bits.</p> <p>Is this using post now?</p> <p>Trying it...</p> <p>Erm, nope.</p> <p>Is now, though</p> <p>*pokes it*</p> <p>Dude.</p> <p align="center">*</p> <h4>Saturday night, or Sunday morning plus a happy extra hour thanks to BST</h4> <p>lemur, as a Voice from Next Door: "I'm still naked, man..."</p> <p>StrawberryFrog: [in squeaky choked kind of voice] "Lesbians! Monkeys! Darwin!"</p> <p>scarf: "I have to write it down, with the squeaky kind of voice..." <br />A_A: "You probably have squeaky handwriting." (Um?)</p> <p>BaronWR: "I've got to work out how to speak Entirely In Capitals."</p> <p>HamsterMan: "HTML's just like a kitten." <br />A_A: "Explain?" <br />HamsterMan: "No, it's entirely unlike a kitten..." (in my defence, it was three am at the time, even allowing for the change back to real GMT)</p> <p>There were also plans to nodeshell [When you've been shunted sideways in your dead-end job], softlinked to [janitor] and several other things. This was from Andrew Aguecheek.</p> <br /> <h4>Sunday</h4> <p>lemur, again: "I may or may not be naked."</p> <p>ascorbic, referring to lemur: "Never accused of being melodramatic, are you? 'I'm dying, give me smoked salmon...'"</p> <p>ascorbic, referring to HamsterMan, at this point wandering somewhere in West Bridgford in search of breakfast: "He'll come back, smeared with blood and his own excrement, with a knife between his teeth." (He didn't, and clearly has no sense of necessary drama.)</p> <p>ascorbic: "So, you're telling us you don't measure time in demi-weeks?" (I'm not giving this one context, just to be contrary.)</p> <p>lemur: "So then I could put the hot pancreas in the glass..." (Um, the context of this we couldn't even grok. It just drifted across the table...) <em>edit: the context of this was that, as David Blaine repeatedly abuses his pancreas, it ought to be given to lemur, a far more deserving recipient. However, as she was drinking a very cold drink at the time, the best use she could think of for it was to warm said drink.</em></p> <p>HamsterMan: "...however, that is a full-on psychotic nutcase. With an axe." <br />StrawberryFrog: "You're talking about clouds, aren't you?" (Somewhat disturbingly, the answer was 'yes'.)</p> <p>ascorbic: "I haven't crocheted in fifteen years." (Ditto context.)</p> <p>ascorbic: "What was that silence for?" <br />lemur: "When I grow up, I wanna be Mog."</p> <P>HamsterMan: "You don't attack a lady!"<br /> a scar faery: "No, you poke her gently." <em>-- from an earlier exchange of, roughly "We have swords. Let's attack those small-children-wielding-swords!" (A_A) — "We'd better not attack the princess." (HamsterMan) — "Why not? She has a sword too. And a shield." (scarf) — "You don't attack a lady!" (HamsterMan) — "Well, you could sort of poke her gently." (scarf)</em></p> <P>lemur: "You are never, ever, ever coming anywhere near Syphilis." <br />ascorbic: "Her cat's called Syphilis. And her hamster's called Chlamydia." (True.)</p> <hr> <P>I feel I must mention that on Sunday, myself and HamsterMan were locked in mortal combat on the battlements of Nottingham Castle. He was armed with a long-sword (incorrectly labelled a Claymore) and a shorter, more dagger-like weapon, and I, not of the ability to scrounge yet more money from other noders, was armed only with a long-sword.</p> <P>Our initial bout resulted in the loss of my right (and favourite) arm, and, ultimately the puncturing of my stomach by the blade of the Man known as Hamster.</p> <P>A little surgery later I was four-limbed and back on my feet, and ready for a re-match. Striking fast and furiously, I scored one hit on the left shoulder of my foe. It was at this time that the players, employed as part of the Robin-Hood Pageant were alerted to our presence, and began shouting encouragement to me. Despite falling foul of my opponent’s sword twice more, I evened the score and may well have had the beating of him, had he not offered a truce.</p> <P>I believe that purple_curtain is in possession of photographic evidence of our duel.</p> <P><I>I have been forced, against my will, to mention that, in referance to my hair, the players dubbed me “My Little Pony.” I will have my revenge.</i></p> <P>-A_A</p> <hr> <h4>Other stuphph:</h4> <p><strong>C!</strong></p> <p>Indeed, we love Herring to bits. We even love his two resident piano and seven-on-a-sunday-morning-noisy-cartoon terrorists. We love his horses and his local newsagents and his house which he opened for the lot to sleep in. I think we scared Mrs. Herring though, but I PROMISE we tried to be nice to her. I got to take a stroll with some guy from the other side of the planet, I got to take the number eleven bus and say "thanks" to the bus driver. I have pockets full of funny money that my kids will inevitably find and try to buy sweets with (ha ha!) and a head full of Nottingham. Didn't get to see many sights though, but there was coffee and ales and fish and chips and card games and smokes and hugs and pats and questions and answers and laughs and silliness and a little more ale and a Japanese businessman's glasses (poor sod!) some very special toothbrushes and a couple of sprints to the loo and a quiet fifteen minutes at the train station and princess loulou and booyaa and wertperch and Albert Herring and sloebertje and a bunch of Dutch people and lemur and ascorbic and Danny and Anthony and catchpole and Tiefling (who should be renamed Briefling after his shortish visit) and Sarah <!-- No probelm --> and Dee and the Baron again and Patrick and Daniel and Mrs. Herring and HamsterMan and probably a lot of other noders and an old guy who told me he was old while StrawberryFrog bought crisps that tasted great. The Sunday was sunny and I was bloody thankful.</p> <p>And lemur's favourite bra.</p> <p><b>A <i>toalight</i> announcement</b>: The Andrew Aguecheek/toalight Saddam Hussein/Osama bin Laden reality show will air once the CIA is done with them in the interrogation room deep inside their secret carrier off Diego Garcia. The setup is rather sketchy at the moment since one of the Executive Producers fell asleep about half two Saturday morning. Also, he won the snoring contest with flying colours (or nostrils rather).</p> <p><i>I resent that comment! - A_A</i></p> <p>In short, the show will feature Osama and Saddam in a caravan, given only blunt plastic silverware with which to finish each other off. The catchline for the show will of course be "<i>Death Of A 1001 Cuts</i>". All of the 2000 webcams will air exclusively in <a href="http://www.irandoc.ac.ir/">Osama's blog</a>.</p> <p><i>toalight</i></p> <!-- if you don't enclose stuff in paragraph tags, it doesn't appear to like you, so I wouldn't advise it. (Just normal stylesheet behaviour, innit? If it's not in a paragraph, it won't have paragraph styles. AH) (I don't define many things in p styles, because I'm damn lazy. ASF) Also forgive me for correcting spelling. (scarf) --> <!-- excuse me for using this space as a memory hole: Arrive at Nottingham station. Ring wertperch as advised. Accidentally wake him up. Feel sheepish, organise bus to [chez Herring|Gertrude Road] in pleasantly unobtrusive manner... Was greeted by the Herring, along with small(est) Herring who threw date loaf at me, and [toalight] and [Andrew Aguecheek], who didn't. ... sort of wandered around a bit, then went to meet incoming noders at station: StrawberryFrog, HamsterMan and BaronWR were outside by the time we got there; sat inside to wait for other people. Geeked about Mogwai gig with StrawberryFrog. HamsterMan v. hung-over. ascorbic + lemur appeared, as did Tiefling. People got lost. Went to Salutation. Stayed there. Steady influx of noders? Conversation and food and Munchkin Fu and drink and [princess loulou] and [booyaa] and more conversation and Chrononauts and Mao and, um, the doing of the thing with the knees. Plan for extracting the Necronomicon from Trinity College, Cambridge (?) involving ninjagirls and all sorts of things. Trip to Another World, which sounds quite exotic when you announce "We're going to Another World". Learnt that Tiefling (+ brother [Arveragus], whom I met in Winchester) was (were) on Knightmare! & asked Andrew Aguecheek to send me the copy he claimed to have, coincidentally, of that very episode, in return for my video clip of Tiefling on Mastermind. (which I've yet to transfer to digital) Pondered collectively the merits of, erm, drawn porn, calendars of people with no apparent nipples (or was it her elbow?) and PVC corset purses. Kicked out at shop closing time. Returned for more conversation, more drinks, Mao, more plotting, group hugs, dodgy photos, more hugs as people left, arrival of purple_curtain, drinks of Green (Bols blue & whatever flavour of Reef is yellow, IIRC) in pub next door, staring contests, last orders, trying to remember the theme to Playdays, bus back to Herring residence -- {deep breath} -- very long conversations interspersed with Flash animations (badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger MUSHROOM MUSHROOM, weebl tentacle porn, ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US, and the elusive Star Wars Gangsta Rap) and bizarre quotes as mentioned above. And sleep, eventually. Sunday: front room was woken by one of the small Herrings peeking round door and proclaiming something like "oops". (which had happened earlier with the other of the small Herrings, I think, but) HamsterMan went in search of breakfast and apparently got lost, lemur was apparently naked (again, see above), speculations were speculated, but eventually breakfast returned & was French bread and cream cheese and smoked salmon, which was v. nice indeed. Went to pageant, which was full of stalls selling wooden swords (well, almost) and, yes, people in tights. Sat outside pub in huge noder gaggle with aerial-photograph-map-of-Nottingham and drinks and lemur talking about David Blaine's pancreas. Back to Herring for lunch a la Shelagh, which did cause the room to look a little like a soup kitchen for a while, due to sheer number of people (&, of course, proliferation of soup), & I read Meg's Castle (?) to StrawberryFrog. People proceeded in a sort of station-ly direction. On platform 4/5 lemur, ascorbic, Andrew Aguecheek & I discussed something that somehow involved something called "Lesbiation Nation", but I think I need a little help to decipher this... (a scar faery -- in case anyone needs to remember any trivial details, they're probably in there...) -->