bring back the 1940s. well, not really. friday saw the albert hall filled with swing music, later played by a live band. it was an entertaining experience, but not my cup of tea. this wasn’t helped by the mild nausea i seemed to be experiencing, fortunately switching from jack and lime to straight jack helped settle the stomach. it turns out that i have a fan base at albert hall. they all remember my first appearance there (see previous post about them tornados). the sleepers were having an album launch at mercury, which i was going to go to. i felt it wiser to go home. this would have been the case, were i wise. instead i was lured to gotham, where a damp waif purloined my borrowed hat. this later caused a certain amount of tension
saturday was shield fixing day. i started sanding out all the knocks the new one has taken, and i trimmed down the metal brace that i have on the handle. during this process the sister arrived back from it’s acting tour thing. i went for a drink with her and a friend of hers. this segued nicely into going home, sleeping and then getting ready for the seven deadly sins party. which was not bad, but certainly not their best offering
the next day was the first proper session of the other other werewolf game. this was a mostly entertaining affair, although they managed to get two sessions worth of the other werewolf game into one. i’m not sure how well this bodes. fortunately i’m ready for them to get to london, where the fun will really start (no more detail than that, as there are players that read this)
packing started on monday. by all the gods (said in a very purple voice), i hate packing. there should be a better way. yes, i could have paid people to do it. only i needed to sort through some of the crap to make sure that it was mine and not something came with the flat. at least this all lead to me getting away from the garden in the cottage. tuesday evening was the actual move, although i stayed behind with the cat for one more night. one last load to the new place saw me leave behind the contents of my fridge and a towel. all i want is the towel, my butter tray and the ice cream (i may have to kill the new tenant if it ate my ice cream)
dragan seems to have settled into the new place, after spending the first day under the bed. he’s a bit of a wuss, sometimes
we shall now see if i can do all 20 things that are planned for this weekend. haha, no. some things will be dropped
