...screaming 'Curdle, you bitch!'

Infest? Excellent. A wonderfully silly weekend. Apparently there were some bands playing, but I managed to avoid all of them. (I did actually listen to the first few minutes of Mind in a box, but they sounded like slightly dodgy goth karaoke, so went off to find properly dodgy goth karaoke instead. Which is a bit of a shame, as by all accounts it developed into an amazing set.) Oh well, at least I managed to keep an unblemished record this year, after falling at the final hurdle last time.

What else? We accidentally became a party flat (including the obligatory random strangers that had to eventually be evicted partway through the following evening), started a small, well-contained but highly intensive Nerf war, witnessed the best-worst-best version of Bohemian Rhapsody ever (and all scarred our throats screaming along), advised a future Eurovision winner, launched more pool balls across the room than any other table, and drank all the gin (but not, for once, all the tonic - they've obviously learned one lesson) and were amazed to discover that after all that, the barstaff were still prepared to arm us with sharp pointy missiles. (Of course, they may just have been taking bets.)

In the name of science, it should be recorded that (a) it is disturbingly possible to play pool with erect glowsticks attached to the cue tips as targeting aims (b) it is ~nearly~ possible to play darts with glowsticks attached to the flights - they do kind of somersault in the air but if you're prepared to throw enough of them, and are quick enough to dodge the random rebounds, then you can eventually get them to stick in the board and (c) for some reason the bouncers only actually freak out when you start scattering coins all over the pool table to create interesting interference points, and using three white balls - a relatively harmless variation, all things considered. The only disappointment is that we never got round to experimenting with Nerfpool (NOT Nerfporn!) but that can wait until another time...


Quotes from the weekend (or at least the ones I can remember right now)

Needs more Nerf.

I've only been sat here for two minutes and I look like I've been fisting Tinkerbell.

She hasn't got a badger to stand on.

DRUNK POOL!

(Tiddly pom)

Let's Do Science!

Excuse me? Did you seriously just threaten to spunk on my face?

Pink? Pink.

Hey. Hey. Hey? Hey. Hey. Hey? (Hey.) Hey! HEY!!!

DRUNK POOL!

All we need to do is find small goth girls with big boobs and encourage them to breed...

Grab your hat!

Black sambuca hotpants.

Imagine a crayfish. No? Then imagine a tiny lobster.

Why does everything at Infest always come back to Nazis?

We can't leave yet, Micky Mouse is about to bitchslap Bugs Bunny.

It has finally happened. You have become... DRUNK POOL!!!

I hope she never smokes a cigarette while inserting a tampon...

One-thirteen.

-That's always the problem when you share a flat with new people, you don't know all their long-running in-jokes.
-Long-running in-jokes? These are all from the last half hour...

Tea?


Also, next years bands may include Waiting for Anna (line-up may vary), Zoning Kittens, and Banana Division.