EoSM: A report

Well, that's another one over. I enjoyed it; good to see some old
faces again, and to meet some new ones. As always, the standard of
hospitality was excellent, and then some. It's a shame I wasn't able
[1] to partake of Mike's fine range of fermented vegetation beverages,
which appeared to be going down rather well in certain quarters. This
however eliminated the possibility of repeating last year's "let's
kill the hedge" projectile vomiting experience, and the 36-hour
hangover, of which let us never speak again.

Highlights: Lozzo and his girlfriend, Tori - nice girl, although there
was more than one person who asked if she was his daughter... WiP
being VOLUNTARILY strapped, tied and possibly crowbarred into what
appeared to be some sort of mediaeval torture device [2], and the
concomitant effect on (a) her front elevation and (b) all the straight
males in the vicinity... Ginge attempting (badly) to play the
trombone, with some coaching dredged from the depths of my
chemically-altered memory of some 20 years ago, as a supporting player
in a school band... WiP having a pillion ride on Sweller's fine piece
of Italian engineering (or was it more mediaeval torture equipment?),
and returning with a very, very misted visor - I believe these older
V-twins are prone to some degree of vibration through the seat,
although I have no empirical evidence to prove it... Laura, daughter
of Platypus, learning why excessive alcohol consumption has its
downside... Whitney, sweet and innocent girl though I believe her to
be, attempting to seduce BGN to the delights of heterosexuality, and
perhaps managing at least a no-score draw, although Sean of the Bed
(copyright Lozzo) may have more to tell on the matter of scores...

In all, bloody good fun. To those who wanted to, but couldn't - you
were missed. See you there next time? To those who could have, but
didn't - **** you too, cunts!

More photos may be to follow, depending on whether I can get this
bloody USB thing to work properly.

[1] Medicines, don't you love 'em. How can they be called
anti-depressants, if they don't let you chill out with a beer or
seven?
[2] I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition.

 

Told you, last night, I've been on that self same stuff for years and
still drink loads. Ease into it - grab a half and make it last an
evening... then build up.... unlike me, who went at it like a bull at a
gate.

 

If this is going to be a long-term thing, I may well do that.