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From: Arwen Lune <arwen@meanandevil.co.uk> Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett Subject: [F] Meetreport Back-log, part I Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2001 23:27:52 +0100 Message-ID: <MPG.1647f65018979a2c989684@news.cis.dfn.de> Leiden, September 29. Since this meet was in honour of my return to the Netherlands, I was volunteered to write the report. I warn you, it was made on my psion, which was passed around a bit during the meet. This is how there are comments in it that make no sense to me, so I shall leave them as an exercise to the reader. ------------------------------------------------------------ [Yeah, I know it's short - directly after the meet I worked a week of gruelling morning shifts and that must have melted my brain] Meetreport "Welcome back Arwen" I got to Leiden the usual way - got collected by the Milde Express <grin> and the three of us went to Patrick in Leiden. Then, to the North End pub, where we met Eelco, Labrat, Flexor, Cindy and Olaf. The waiter *and* the waitress were declared to be cute. People wanted a Tux drawn in their Guinness, so Labrat tests if this is possible on his Palm. Food happened, on two separate tables. Reinier happened, and jos and kimberley announced their arrival. Waiter promises to try making a Tux into the head of a pint. (result: http://www.urmil.de/afp/photo6/afpleb20.jpg ) There's a competition on who has the most horrible job. Mine ranks high, but Jos wins. He had to take the broken breastbones out of chicken carcasses.*blegh* Sadly when we vacated the one half of the pit we were sitting, a group came and sat there and started smoking with a vengeance. We left for Patrick's place not long after. We arrived minus Kimberley and Jos,and spent some hours drinking 'Black Death' (liquorice vodka) and watching DVDs. 'O brother where art thou' and 'Pitch Black', both of which are well worth watching. In the morning we had breakfast and then watched the last part of Pitch Black. After that the meet started to dissolve, and the Milde Express brought me back home in a swift and pleasant manner that didn't involve planes/trains/boats/busses. Thanks guys :-) ------------ The Quotes: labrat: i'm a rat, i'm supposed to squeak. flexor: but we're not on squeaking terms... (still owes 20p) Waiter: [about a man who could juggle eight balls] "He has no friends, he just sits indoors playing with his balls" Eelco: just call the waitress - she's cute Uwe [to Flexor] Your camera sucks! Cindy [in conversation with Eelco] Yes, yes! Uwe: hit me with your rhythm penguin Labrat: put the Tux in it Arwen [looking at the two groups] So, are they the elite clique or are we? Labrat: We have the women, so we're the elite clique. They're just sad bastards. Camelus monohumpus vs. Camelus bihumpus ------------------------ Cheers, Arwen Lune -- "One of the most basic rules for survival on any planet is never to upset someone wearing black leather" [Terry Pratchett - 'The Last Continent']
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