... some sunny day

What a fabby weekend, seeing so many of our lovely chums, and meeting new ones as well! The second annual MongFest in Oxford was great; I was rescued from caddish clutches by a valiant, stout-hearted but very small hero-in-the-making armed with a fearsome cutlass, who repelled the foe the length of the bar, stapping his vitals good and proper.

Unfortunately I never managed to get a picture of Sam's marvellous pose; cutlass brandished in one hand with the other resting on his hip - sheer Hollywood! He and his moll (the Monster) were later restrained from making an attempt on the north face of the bar and consigned to Maddy's creche.

Ned was delighted to receive a shipment of comestibles from the Far North (all right, some black pudding from Bury market) - thank you Sparkle Princess and your mum (would she be Sparkle Queen?). We gave Simon some maltesers for being a pal, which he later scattered to the four winds - no doubt some strange arcane Leicesesestershire ritual; and he was presented with an award for having the most entertainingly rubbish website:

The Trivia-game machine drew a lot of attention


even though it blatantly cheated and said we were wrong when we weren't (a B-52 was an aeroplane, not a hair-do). Team Clever-Trousers will have to do better than that to become rich and famous, despite being partway there already (I bet Rich hasn't heard that before, hahaha).

Loads of brilliant pics can be found at Stu's place.

Then it was time to come home so we abducted Mally and Maddy and brought them home for supper and beer and to go caching in a tunnel this morning. Which we did, and it was fun but very cold and very wet and very dark and very dirty.

Back to reality tomorrow, I suppose.