Well what a full and jolly weekend I’ve just had.
We took a terribly civilized pootle down through the Cotswolds to the Bath Up-chuck on Saturday, and I managed to pick out a couple of mansions along the way that I wouldn’t mind moving to. At a push. And I saw pigs and cows and horses, and a lamb with a crow sat on its head. We also had opportunity to laugh at each other for hitting heads, thumping bollocks and sitting on chocolate. An excellent journey.
And the convention was actually ok, despite it being a first time thing, and run by students. Lizzah was there for cuddles (and to make me broody with rucksacks), me and Alby pwned teh juggles for the first time in about six months, Mamphy kept Pee amused all day, and the space was good (if a little warm-but getting sweaty makes you feel like you’ve achieved more, after all).
We disappeared pretty much as soon as the games started and went off into the town centre for a bit of hunter-gathering. Alby made use of the locals and found out about some swish Jamie Oliver restaurant nearby. And by god it was good. They let us in even though we were sweaty and smelly and dressed like a pile of shit, and fed us proper-good food the likes of which does not exist in Leicester, and were kind and lovely to us when we essentially stuck two fingers up at them and said ‘We have to leave. Now.’ I heartily recommend. If the Up-chuck’s back on next year I think we’ll be making a reservation and enjoying a proper relaxed meal there. Nyom.
So after stuffing ourselves we pegged it back to the university to see the show. We knew it was going to be pretty shit and it didn’t disappoint. Waiting around to get into the venue was probably the worst bit of the day. Particularly when the myriad Gravity Vomit students began wandering aimlessly back and forth with that ‘I’m pretending to do important things’ look. But there were questionnaires waiting for us in the theatre and I like being negative on questionnaires so that cheered me up a bit. And Void made me smile a couple of times, so it wasn’t a completely wasted evening. And every time I burped I got bursts of olive oil and cannelloni. Nyom again.
And that was the end of Saturday really. Mother and Papa brought Milly-dog down to see Leicestershire on Sunday and we went for walkies around Swithland Wood. It was nice. Milly-dog met some friends (including a big bouncy labrador) and me and Pee played with a ball on a string. We wandered round the woods for an hour or so before the dog collapsed. Then we packed up and went home so the parents could see the latest progress with the house and have a coffee.
Before they headed back we took the dog across the road to Braunstone Park where she promptly leapt into the duck pond and made a spectacle of herself. And we did a bit more wandering and saw some of the nicer, less-chavtastic bits of the park. It’s such a shame it has to be in the middle of Braunstone.
And that was my weekend. It was great.
