Be Excellent To Each Other

I met and remember both of these people, but neither of them is Kalmar. Stop lying.

p.s., which one was Grim... again?

The one on the left.

The 2010 Hawkman.

Grim... is Craster with a different coloured beard.

Malabar is Dr Bian Cox AICMFP

So I am!

His programmes about the Hadron Collider were excellent.

He could be. It seems Myps knows him...


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That's no way to talk about Zardoz.

He has a new series starting in a week or so.

Can't be Zardoz, it's a Large Hardon Collider.

Aaah, that was you, it was quite fun trying to figure out who had/would send them. Have to say, I didn't get that one correct!

My mistake.

Won't the next meet be a Wedding?

*glances at Malabar, Doc G, Jones and Mr Dave*

As was his keyboard playing in D:Ream ¬_¬

I'm assume the only reason you're not glancing at Perkies is because he deserves a full-blown glower?

THEY'RE NOT IN WEDLOCK!?!

I sent you one, but I put my name on it. If you didn't figure that one out, you're a dick.

Presumably you knew you were going to do it when you were doing a frankly rubbish job of coming up with excuses for not coming up to Manchester on Wednesday?

I sent you one as well, hopefully you've now got more people claiming to have text you than texts.

Distinctly possible. Though it was about ten years ago. I worked in all of teh top hotels in Manchester at the time though (Palace, Midland, etc).

As was his keyboard playing in D:Ream ¬_¬[/quote]

Oh my goodness. Not even a look-alike.

You can probably have a small measure of credit for bringing her along... I hereby grant you ten minutes of basking in reflected glory.

Incorrect, he collides with large hardons quite regularly.

Mr Russell is a top bloke! As is Mr Chris! And DavPaz! And Dimrill! And... etc

Yeah, sorry about that Doc.

Just flashed back to your glasses steaming up as you entered the lounge/bedroom to pick up Dimrill!


Must have stank.

I wandered around a bit, but the place was quite busy at its peak, and I don't doubt I wasn't the most noticeable person there, given how tall a lot of you were.

Next time, though. And bring Grimlet, or I'll get it in the neck.

Ok, my turn, going in the order that they were listed in the first post...

Myp - Our illustrious mod and meet organiser made quite and impression. And gave a very tender hug as I sat on his knee. Top chap, would recommend
Ange - Thanks for keeping MrsP company through most of the day, she was happy to have a partner in crime I reckon. And such a fine partner to have indeed.
TheAlbin0Kid - Wins points for making me feel like a hulking giant and *still* keeping up with the insults, bless his little cotton socks!
Zardoz - Insisted on me calling him 'Darren' for some reason. Strange. Avoided his roaming hands and lurgy-ridden tounge. Well met, Sir!
markg - I'm convinced Mark and Z are a Gestalt entity or the embodiment of Ying and Yang. Quiet, witty Mark was pleasure to meet, I feel we didn't chat enough.
DavPaz - Why, that's me!
Mrs P - The light of my life, the apple of my eye, the drain on my wallet and the reason I feel lucky every day of my life.
Craster - Every bit as refined and excellent as I expected. Well met to you sir, also!
DocG - Only a brief Hello was exchanged between us if memory serves. But a fine hello it was. Excellent t-shirt, too.
sista flapjack - I can only assume that her nickname is meant to be ironic, as there was nothing at all stupid about, er, Fanny. I stole her wi-fi signal too. Sorry about that
Curiosity - He did a fine job of always being on the other side of the pub to me, if memory serves, but when I did corner him, another excellent chap was discovered. Hello!
Wullie - Once I'd pried the Claymore from his tartan-clad hands and replaced it with a pint, Wullie became a completely pleasant chap. So much for sterotypes, eh? I look forward to invading you right back* one day.
throughsilver - Me and the missus were arguing wether you'd said your name was Geordie or Charlie, turns out we were both wrong. Didn't get to chat much mate, but you seem like a fine chap!
Malabar Front & litl_chef - Another Gestalt entity I reckon, with all the fire and energy being distilled into the little one. Sorry about the wanking story man. I blame the 'Proper Job'
Plissken & Mrs P - Far too grown up for us lot, or so I thought. Top folks, who left too early!
KovacsC - The immovable object. Great meeting you fella, even if you did stop responding after a while.
kalmar - I had identified everyone with 20 seconds, all except the Darkman of the Darknet. Surprising refined and with a hydraulic piston for a left arm it would appear.
Grim... - Another one who seemed to keep rotating in opposition to me. Although we did share a pool table for a while. A bear of a man, but a true gent with it. Well met once again!
BikNorton - Imagine my surprise when the third Schumacher brother walked in! 15 stone? Not a chance you skinny git.
Mr Dave - King of the corner table! Mr Dave was a constant snapping presence and great McDonalds company, although his secrets are too well kept...
Dimrill - MrsP wanted to keep you, but I told her that you had Gnippy Pigs to attend to. Also, I don't have enough shelves for your stuff.
Trousers - TROUSERS! I don't think I ever got your real name, since every time you shouted TROUSERS, I cracked up. Forgot the age gap as soon as the beer flowed I reckon. Well met Pops!
Mr Russ - Uncommonly tall and far too polite. The trick is, put money on table and state "ME NEXT!".
SDG & Jen - Didn't really get to chat with you guys, until I pounced at the train station. Only geeks use GPS on a train, right?
Joans & Goddess Jasmine - An earlier pounce, I collared these two early and tricked them into Bella Italia with promise of two-for-one food, which turned out to be a dirty lie. Thanks for helping me explain the forum nonsense to Helen!
Sinister Agent - Every party should have one of you! Most entertaining.
Nickachu - Or 'Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-List'. No strong memory of chatting to you, I feel I may have drunkenly lurched towards you near the pool tables once or twice. How dare you be so young and thin, damn you!
Pupil - Spent a good half an hour talking to you without ever knowing that you were... you. Well met, chap with ears!
Mr Chris - Intimidated as I was by having genuine royalty near to me, I think I managed a choked hello. Glad you could make it, Lord Chrissington!

*hopes that's everyone*


*

She's reet lovely! So is Ange! And the Gill'n'Gen! And Miss Malabar! And Mrs Meaty! And pipe-hittin' newbie Liff! And Doctor Fanella Cookie! And Mrs Plissken! And the Goddess!

Looking through these lists, I'm pretty sure I at least said hello to everyone, except possibly the two Mrses P. It's also possible I was just too drunk to remember.

I'm not doing a list like that, so this will have to suffice: You're all great.

I LOVE EVERYONE!

I LOVE EVERYONE MORE

I'm sorry I missed this.

Yeah! GRRRRRR.

Mogwai (my wife) took a look at some of the pictures, and said there were some really bad ones of me in the house.

I wasn't in any of the pictures in the house.

...and she wonders why I abandoned her!

GARG! Why weren't you on the list?? Special post for (and bugger, I forgot Pod, too)

Mr and Mrs Meaty Angle - Mr Meaty seemed to have a faintly mystified look everytime I spoke him. Accent problem maybe? But once the language of beer was spoken, no misunderstandings were had. Top Chap. Mrs Angle I'm afraid I don't remember speaking to at all, but MrsP was very complimentary.

Pod - Ah, Pod. The man who skipped the drinking and wait straight to injecting electricity directly into his brain. A force of nature, I feel.

I'm still not sure whether or not I regret leaving my camera at home. It'd be nice to add some more pictures to the pile, and attempt to remember more of the night. But on the other hand, it's awfully cumbersome to carry around, a lot of money to risk around drunk idiots (myself), and I'd probably spend so much time trying to photograph things I wouldn't have had chance to relax and drink my intelligence away.

I will definitely take it to any Oxford meet, as that city looks lovely.

Oh, thanks for the pint dude. Kovacs was most entertaining

He wasn't on your list because Myp somehow forgot to put him on the OP list. I noticed this on Sunday morning when I was going through it with Ange and Wullie trying to figure out exactly how many the turnout was*

*I failed

It was at least 37, by my count, with all the better halves included.

I did. My number ends 606.


He beat me. But I was (a) Laughing too much to even try and (b) Glad he went for that rather than the "kill Dave" option that looked likely.


As spotted, you look particulary bad in one of mine. I also have more, but flickr only allows 100Mb uploaded/month. I have many of your back, and you may be in one of the numerous pan round the room videos I took.

I've updated the list this morning. I counted 37 as well.

It was decided at our end that better halves couldn't be counted in the official numbers since they weren't actually forum members, however much their presence may have been enjoyed. Just under 35 is the best answer I can offer, under those "official" rules. And I'm not sure if I counted Chef anyway because she's been on Live with us or if I was strict and said "no posts = not on the headcount"

35 + 2 non-forum partners (the Mrs Ps), I make it. So yes.

If only there'd been enough time to make some nametags. Still, with 186 days from the first post in this thread to the date of the meet, myp would have had to make one nametag every five days. No mortal man could meet that target.

If only there'd been enough time to make some nametags. Still, with 186 days from the first post in this thread to the date of the meet, myp would have had to make one nametag every five days. No mortal man could meet that target.[/quote]
Of course that falls down when you realise two people decided to show up on the day. Also, nametags, really? Are we that nerdy?

I remember steadying an drunked Pod at least thrice while he was putting on his coat.

Hah, fuck that. In a sleazy Manchester pub? I felt like enough of a belm wearing a nametag in a fairly posh local restaurant/pub a few months ago.

I, surprisingly, didn't find recognising and remembering anybody difficult at all.