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Vix and Yana and Jacqui and Mof and I'm going to stop even trying to list names now and old friends and new friends and random people and people that look familiar but you don't remember their names (lots of them!) and way too many other people to list but all of them fantabulous or amusing* or both. Fast driving and amazing sunsets. Pub. Pubdog! Boobies. More boobies. Shopping and sparkly things. Jumping on beds trying to find phone signal. Cocktails. More cocktails. Plagues of ladybirds. Eyeliner. Flatliners. Hangover! Being 6 people. Being a pirate. Resurrecting the mating call of the fishcake. Trying to discover the mating call of Darth Vader. Being too broken to make it to comedy night. Breaking the pub. Fixing the pub. Fixing self through the medium of beer. Monkey with a gun.** Pizza. More pizza. Tickling. Giggling fits. Monks. Drama! Neon socks. Neon nails. Purple scarf! Lynching the drummer. The goth team technically winning the football.*** Befriending random locals. Destroying brains and corrupting innocents.**** Laughtons and elephants and fatmen and armies and vodka. Bouncing. More bouncing. Coffee. Waffles. Rain. Managing to buy tat. Failing to make it up to the Abbey in spite of staying at the foot of the steps. Putting off going home all day. Any bits in between mostly filled with pub.
All in all, one of the best types of Whitby as in my memory it consists purely of having vast amounts of fun with wonderful people, which as as it should be.
*Some of them may not have realised that they were being amusing at the time, especially the gother-than-thou ones!
**The monkey may have alarmed a few people by fondling his gun in public. He may also have molested several stuffed animal backpacks, a few random goths, and a monk. And Eeyore. Who was asking for it dressed like that!
***We were winning for more of the match than they were winning. The fact that they happened to be winning at the end should not detract from this in any way. We were winning MORE. That's my argument and I am sticking to it!
****Whitby is full of innocent people. Everyone we met claimed to be innocent, and of course they must have been telling the truth because innocent people don't lie!
Even weirder than Whitby was getting home to a message from my parents to day they had driven over to Leeds that evening to pick up a puppy. (They lost their old dog in October put put off getting another one for a few months.) Followed an hour later by them turning up on our doorstep to show off a tiny furry tubby bundle who didn't seem at all perturbed by the new people or surroundings. Of course, I was far too poised and sophisticated to start squealing and any rumours to the contrary will be squished immediately.
Today I am feeling all kinds of delicate and am probably not safe to be in control of professional design software and so naturally have a huge pile of work hanging over me (very little of which can be handed off to anyone else - there are times when being the main illustrator on the team sucks). Of course, there are also times I get to spend a week colouring in and getting paid for it so I shouldn't complain... unfortunately this is not one of those weeks.
I am sure that there must be some way of justifying under the desk and falling asleep. Unfortunately my brain is too broken and uncreative to come up with such an excuse so I will have to make it through to 4pm before I can crawl home and die!
(It may not help that I typed this instead of going out to fetch lunch. Oops! Send sandwich!)
All in all, one of the best types of Whitby as in my memory it consists purely of having vast amounts of fun with wonderful people, which as as it should be.
*Some of them may not have realised that they were being amusing at the time, especially the gother-than-thou ones!
**The monkey may have alarmed a few people by fondling his gun in public. He may also have molested several stuffed animal backpacks, a few random goths, and a monk. And Eeyore. Who was asking for it dressed like that!
***We were winning for more of the match than they were winning. The fact that they happened to be winning at the end should not detract from this in any way. We were winning MORE. That's my argument and I am sticking to it!
****Whitby is full of innocent people. Everyone we met claimed to be innocent, and of course they must have been telling the truth because innocent people don't lie!
Even weirder than Whitby was getting home to a message from my parents to day they had driven over to Leeds that evening to pick up a puppy. (They lost their old dog in October put put off getting another one for a few months.) Followed an hour later by them turning up on our doorstep to show off a tiny furry tubby bundle who didn't seem at all perturbed by the new people or surroundings. Of course, I was far too poised and sophisticated to start squealing and any rumours to the contrary will be squished immediately.
Today I am feeling all kinds of delicate and am probably not safe to be in control of professional design software and so naturally have a huge pile of work hanging over me (very little of which can be handed off to anyone else - there are times when being the main illustrator on the team sucks). Of course, there are also times I get to spend a week colouring in and getting paid for it so I shouldn't complain... unfortunately this is not one of those weeks.
I am sure that there must be some way of justifying under the desk and falling asleep. Unfortunately my brain is too broken and uncreative to come up with such an excuse so I will have to make it through to 4pm before I can crawl home and die!
(It may not help that I typed this instead of going out to fetch lunch. Oops! Send sandwich!)
