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May. 1st, 2006 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
puddingcatSomething happens when I travel east of the M1 or south of Birmingham. When I manage both, I almost invariably end up having a wonderful time and desperately wanting to move away from the Armpit of England.
I'm running on yoghurt-covered crystallised ginger to stay awake & warm, which seems to be having a similar effect to a bottle of wine. I'm sure the grammar will catch up with me one day.
This weekend was spent in Norfolk with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nannyo and friends, celebrating several 30th birthdays and N&I's 10-years-without-getting-married anniversary. The 4-hour drive each way was improved by being followed by a Vantage, out-accelerating a 911 (1990s version) and a Chimaera, and seeing a Real Live Exige on the way there, and an F430 (in proper red) on the way home.
Oooh, we went to the beach, and Ian flew Cthulhu, and we decided that Donald Duck has a brother called Davros Duck, and watched Doctor Who (sexy physicsist!) and QI and Buzzcocks, and something about Stalin and architecture that meansdr_wez is actually a gokmop (or possibly a cockmop, depending on accent), and the lads showed their nipples even though we weren't in Yorkshire, and they had a poking competition on the rug and I laughed so much it hurt.
I started re-knitting my stripy jumper in a size that might actually fit this time, and baited the garden for the local pheasants, and parked behind another Vantage in the village that had been left lying around at the side of the road, but when we got back someone had driven off with the wrong car so I had to take the Mazda back instead.
And I miss everybody lots already and it'll be June before I see them again and it's Not Good Enough. Photos to come when I've uploaded them all.
I'm running on yoghurt-covered crystallised ginger to stay awake & warm, which seems to be having a similar effect to a bottle of wine. I'm sure the grammar will catch up with me one day.
This weekend was spent in Norfolk with
nannyo and friends, celebrating several 30th birthdays and N&I's 10-years-without-getting-married anniversary. The 4-hour drive each way was improved by being followed by a Vantage, out-accelerating a 911 (1990s version) and a Chimaera, and seeing a Real Live Exige on the way there, and an F430 (in proper red) on the way home.Oooh, we went to the beach, and Ian flew Cthulhu, and we decided that Donald Duck has a brother called Davros Duck, and watched Doctor Who (sexy physicsist!) and QI and Buzzcocks, and something about Stalin and architecture that means
dr_wez is actually a gokmop (or possibly a cockmop, depending on accent), and the lads showed their nipples even though we weren't in Yorkshire, and they had a poking competition on the rug and I laughed so much it hurt.I started re-knitting my stripy jumper in a size that might actually fit this time, and baited the garden for the local pheasants, and parked behind another Vantage in the village that had been left lying around at the side of the road, but when we got back someone had driven off with the wrong car so I had to take the Mazda back instead.
And I miss everybody lots already and it'll be June before I see them again and it's Not Good Enough. Photos to come when I've uploaded them all.
