Be Excellent To Each Other

The first one appears to not be nottingham, but instead you playing mass effect.

On would be no, and done would be food, and lacking some form of punctuation between next and somewhere is missing.

Trying to send stealth text messages isn't all that easy. (As indeed was trying to find out the road name when I was supposed to be going into the pub.)

On would be no, and done would be food, and lacking some form of punctuation between next and somewhere is missing.

Trying to send stealth text messages isn't all that easy. (As indeed was trying to find out the road name when I was supposed to be going into the pub.)

On would be no, and done would be food, and lacking some form of punctuation between next and somewhere is missing.

Trying to send stealth text messages isn't all that easy. (As indeed was trying to find out the road name when I was supposed to be going into the pub.)

Awesome triple postage there Dave.

Like the text message, I assumed it was some sort of secret code. That only Dave knows.

Your hand does seem like it was slowly edging it's way to your crotch.
I guess it was the promise of them making you c'm with their feet.

The Mass Effect picture got added by accident, but I decided to keep it there as it's nice and odd.

I encountered a bug when fighting a boss who used some nasty biotic (PENTAPEPTIDE!) powers on me that caused me to become embedded in the floor, slowly turning black and my arm, neck and legs all stretching to ridiculous proportions.

Some great pics there, gents!

Looks like you had a great time.

Although why am I now a cliquey in-joke?!

Somebody was talking about your dvd bargains, and managed to miss out pretty much the entirety of his sentence, ending up as simply "Mr Russ, 4 pounds"

It's a step up from my usual asking price. Huzzah!

I just want to say a big thank you to everyone who made the effort to attend this, as I know it was a long way for some of you.

I was somewhat scared when two massive beardy blokes decided to plonk themselves down on our table, but delighted when I found out who they were. Dimrill and Mr Dave are both rubbish at 'being the man on the inside'.

Apologies if I was too drunk - I hadn't had a drink in nearly two weeks, so did go rather mad. I hope you enjoyed your time in the ghetto that is Bulwell, and didn't mind slumming it for a weekend. Some excellent photos from MeatyAngle and Joans.

Birmingham next time?

BY GOD,

Who be who? Explain. Also, if that be you on the left Dimrill, then you should totally dress as a steampunk manga airship captain with scarf. It'd look good, I promise.

Did Grim... bring his personal gentleman's gentleman with him?

I don't think I've ever been as terrified as I was for the few seconds between me realising that this big beardy bloke was coming to sit next to me and it becoming clear that Dimrill (at least) knew who they were (and then recognizing Grim... from his photos anyway).

You were welcome to get as drunk as you like, all we asked was that you could get us home ok. Oh, hang on.
Next time you ask me for a gin & tonic, I'll only get you a single

As for Birmingham, it's pretty convenient location-wise (especially for me ), but I have no idea of any good pubs to go to that I can guarantee we won't get killed in and I'm not currently in a position to offer anyone any floor space. Things may change by the time we have the next meet though.

Pete, that's Dimrill, Myoptika, Mr Dave, me and a tram.

We should ahve the next one somewhere convenient and easy to get to... like London.

BRISTOL.

We discussed Bristol - it could definitely work.

Bristol could work for me, as long as there are sufficient places to stay.

YES, BRISTOL.

Looks like Mr Dave is putting us all up then... :-)

OXFORD

I've said a fair few times that I can't. Disadvantage of being a lodger and all that.

We can invite your flatmate too.

Nice photos, btw.

We'll have to start staking out some budget hotels in Bristol then.

There's a fairly good yoof hostel a few doors up from my office, actually, which is striking distance to central Bristol.

Yeah, it's a good one. Or at least it was when I stayed there six years ago.


Oxford is, however, more central than Bristol. And has punts.

I'm sure there will be some Travel Inns and the like in Bristol. Might be worth seeing if you can coincide it with when they do their deals?

Everywhere does these days. It's the sad state of the nation.

But in Oxford you punt from the wrong end... which is to say, the front.

I would like to apologise for my drunken ramblings and the burnt breakfast I served up on Sunday morning.

I'm impressed that you're all very nice people and no one stole anything or tried to murder me in my bed. Ta

That you've noticed so far....

I'm just grateful you did leave me alone when I was considering trying to bring up more of that dodgy burger. 'I won't look, see, I'm turning my head away and everything' wasn't much of a consolation

I was trying to talk the sick out of you, obvisouly. Makes sense to me anyway...

Funny, we were sure Meaty was trying to roar the sick out of him. All we could hear was "RAAAAAAAH! *cough choke* BLAAAAAAARRRRGGGH!!"

That made me LOL. Almost as funny as my desperate gurgled answer of 'yes, I'm fine!' between heavings?

Ange, you claimed to be trying to bore the sick out of me.

Ooh - another lesson learned

• If you open your hotel window in an attempt to overcome the failed airconditioning and tropical temperatures, be aware that central Nottingham has churches, and they're FUCKING LOUD on a Sunday morning.

Meanwhile, I was really quite keen to use the toilet, but ended up having to keep myself in check for a few hours more.

You mean you didn't attend the morning service?

I was afraid of that... you should have asked, I would have moved. Coulda.

Yes, I was trying to bore the sick out of you. That was actually what happened to Matt earlier in the week. He didn't really have a stomach bug, just a weekend away with me.

I could've gone to Myps alternate toilet if I really needed.

You mean my "living room/toilet"?

Oh god, he wasn't pissing outside the house again was he?

One of the vases?
Or maybe the kitchen sink?

Well, more the one you used after getting off the tram. I'd completely forgotten about my version of the grand tour.

No, the vases are rubbish bins.