ladybirdintheuk's Party

I had a most lovely party (apart from the odd bits that weren't but I blame alcohol, or possibly Kris) From what I remember:

• Got to hug many people that deserve it and I hadn't seen for ages (including Alan and June who weren't even at the party but who we managed to get to see twice in two days) Little bit sad how many friends seem to have nasty things happening all around, but lovely to see people again in spite of that and many people looking amazingly strong and healthy and coping wonderfully with bad stuff and I'm so proud.
  
  
• Also managed to snog lots of people in traditional Ladybird-party related style... have now inaugarated Cat into this fine tradition although I think it was in fact Amelia's fault.
  
  
• Managed to show off my new top to practically the whole of Winchester (I made it! From scratch! And it was really tricky and all had to be double seamed! And the starmaps are actual real starmaps and when it gets dark you'll be able to see! ...repeated here just in case anyone missed out) It's my baby and I'm showing it off so there
  
  
• Tried to persuade Season's End to let me join the band cos they desperately needed a recorder player (I am not sure this tactic was entirely successful)
  
  
• Wittered much nonsense at many people and didn't once fall in the paddling pool. Also somehow didn't get around to playing with the bubble wrap (although I did invent bubblewrap twister that shall at some point actually be played outside of my head)
  (although much of the afore mentioned wittering I now seem to recall being about work which is not only somewhat boring but also means I didn't come home with any new conspiracies or animals with unusual biological traits. If I do this next weekend, shoot me. Or if it's really bad, resort to tickling)
  
  
• Met Sam (Vampite Illoyna who ~is~ Bloodlust.com) who I was briefly introduced to at Wendyhouse, then never managed to get back to to say more than "hello - got to run - cyber monkey" This time we had a wonderful long not-that-drunk conversation and talked for at least half an hour before twigging who each other was. I now have vague ambitions to go to the Bloodlust party if I recover in time
  
  
• Also met Angelwars\Painteduplikeaclown\Arran\the other Skippy who was a top bloke in real life (I never knew quite waht to make of him online but can now see that a lot of the stuff that made be go "Um, yeeeeees..." was tongue-in-cheekness
  
  
• Persuaded Pixie that he has to retur to Ladybirds where he is much missed, so he has promised *looks sternly at Pixie* that he will come back in some form or another, an probably not as a moderator so he can rant at people that annoy him without feeling responsible
  
  
• Got very drunk and paranoid and apparently became convinced that I was in Wales (I think this was partly because I had been up till 5 for the past three mornings sewing my costume, and I was so determined not to do a Grimly and end up falling asleep but that I would stay awake and watch the dawn with Vix. Then Vix got kidnapped by a drummer; Kris abandonned his post as mobile hug provider, nicked half the covers and went to sleep with Patrick (for which he received due retaliation and punichment from armies of ducks); and the room I had planned to crash in and had left all my stuff in turned out to be stupidly full of people - which totally confused me as I have always stayed in that particular room before and I think my sozzled brain came to the conclusion that that meant I had nowhere to stay. So I was feeling very abandonned and panicky until Alice and Sel hugged me back to sensibleness and sent me off to bed. I should just mention at this point that both Alice and Sel are wonderful beyond belief just in case there's anyone alive that is unaware of this)
  
  
• Felt extremely wibbly the next day and nearly passed out while in the pub for lunch (where we did move every single table in the place into a massive banqueting affair which scarily had my wife Ellie at the head) Have now slept since 6 o'clock yesterday evening (with a brief interlude for medicinal pizza) and feel human again... I think.
  
  
• Was not ambushed by any rockeries for the second year in a row. Go me!

Grrrrrr

Fucking BBC. They go and drop the Agassi match halfway through the fifth set just so they can show the bloody Henman match. Tim my-only-claim-to-fame-is-that-I'm-a-British-tennis-player-who-isn't-COMPLETELY-shit bloody Henman. I can understand they'd give it priority in the scheduling, but you don't end a great match a few games from the end to show the indifferent starting games of another. Total utter bastards.