This very evening I found myself at the first annual (hopefully) Arnopp-Beckley Scribomeet… and I know you’re all just itching to know just how things went… sadly I fear you may be pinning your hopes on the wrong person for I, your humble narrator, did shamefully fall victim to the parlous evils of intemperance and, dare I say, strong drink… So tonight I can only express simple opinions as befits one to whom the torpor of liquor has tainted; for whom the fingers are ever so slightly numbed and the brain most likely addled! Or coddled.
The basics: this was, to put it mildly, a lovely evening spent in the company of many lovely people, oft-times too numerous to mention but I’ll try to give creditable names to them what has it due!
There was a veritable smorgasbord of Scribonauts… a Jason Arnopp, who you must all know by now as the fine and stand-up gentleman that he is, to whom, sadly, I may have mentioned that some Dr. Who episodes could have been better than maybe they were- yet as such a fine and stand-up gentleman he declined to enrich me with the lamping that I so rightly deserved; Piers Beckley, another gentleman of some renown; Lee Thomson, who looks nothing like his photo and presumably is in cognito (I won’t give away as what); Stuart Perry, yet another gentleman; Gavin Williams, what knows stuff; Dom Carver, who I regaled with too much information but mainly bored with abundant tales of crashed cars; Jennifer from Ireland, with whom I talked at length about religion and regionalization; Sara of Italy; Jeremiah; Ricky; Cecile, Isabelle, Tony, Steven and quite possibly literally hundreds* of other rather lovely and altogether spiffing people whose names I either didn’t catch or can’t quite, at this late hour, remember…
…of course, I knew there would be an embarrassing point and, yeah verily, I did find it! Nobody mentioned that the chap standing right there in front of me was the Adrian Mead! So what did I talk of? Offal, mutton and, specifically, why people weren’t eating enough of it! It was some time later that the irrepressible Arnopp told me with whom I was speaking and mentioned that I may be recalled for all time as the Mutton Man. Over all analysis of the night’s pre-festival festivities? Three words…
…it was good!!!
…and now to bed with the hope that I still don’t get hangovers! I feel the fear of meeting people nigh-on drip away from me in a molten fashion! Be good!
PS: One of the cats gave me a snide look as I came in... they don't like to see me in an unfit state for feeding duties!
*Not literally hundreds!!! But literally some…
5 comments:
*giggles*
I'm enjoying the festival even though I'm not there!
Oh Jon, the shame of it all! And there we were thinking you'd have some self-control...
Baaaaa. Look, he's going to have loads of people bending his ear about portfolios and agents and ....
Who do you think he'll find the most memorable? Why the one who gave him a good meaty discussion.
Sounds like you are having a really good time. Enjoy.
t'was good to meet you (briefly!) in person Mr Peacey - the only blogger I spoke to!
ha
Potdoll- glad to be of service!
Elinor- I do have self-control 360 days a year...
Rach- Enjoyment has been had... meaty discussions... Ha! Part-man, part-cat I am!
Far Away- It was great to meet you too- I would have loved to speak again but only caught sight of you twice more- once at the Tranter Scriptbite (which I found terribly hard to hear) and briefly as you were hurrying to the Manor for something on the Thursday afternoon- I was mooching about while waiting for the Kosminsky in the Marquee.
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