A big day out.
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davywavyI seem to have contracted a cold on my day out...I suppose, considering the company I keep, I should be glad it wasn't nits or the pox.
So on Saturday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
barty, civi, cryx, zenmeisterin and I donned our respective pith helmets and crinolines and headed for the distant wilds of Brighton to examine the local fauna and flora, and to claim the benighted place for Empire.
Sadly,ukmonty was unable to join us as he’d been presented with the possibility of a girl talking to him, and jessworld didn’t join us because of…well, she just didn’t.*
We arrived in town where I adopted the role of native guide (none of the others having been to Brighton before) and led the crocodile through streets of brightly attired natives selling various gewgaws and knickknacks, whilst occasionally the more pierced members of our party would squeal like excited piglets and dash to the latest in a succession of emporia stocking oddly shaped bits of metal designed to be stuck through their living flesh.
Arriving at the beach and pier, we ate chips, drank liquidized Americans (well, that’s what it was being marketed as, and I’ll be very disappointed if it were not true. The shop had a Dalek in the window and everything), threw stones in the sea, waited for Isi and Civi to get served, played a succession of video games (Area 51, Daytona, Dance Dance Revolution, Vampire Night, Warzaid, and Fist of the North Star, for those of you interested in such things) watched the rubbish roller coasters and then Linette and Barty became the first people I have ever seen, in my entire life, to win a prize from one of those grabby claw seaside games.** Hippo!
The day pressing on and the sky darkening with rain the expedition followed the native guide to the pub for booze*** and then, well oiled, off to the Mongolian Barbeque for food. Most of us experimented with recipes and chatted about the complex piquancy of the sauces and spices, but from Linettes end of the table there was nothing more than an awful gobbling noise as she shovelled food down her throat like photons falling into a black hole****, leaving only a faint blue radiation.
And then it was time for home. Stomachs distended, trousers groaning we made our way back up the hill to the station, secure in the knowledge that Brighton had been secured for her Majesty.
I’m sure that other members of the party will give quite different views of the day, but I’d like to reassure you all that any stories about me lactating rohypnol, and my suggestions of an electric trombone digeridildo, are completely apocryphal.
*Q: What is the difference betweenukmonty and the crumbliest, flakiest milk chocolate in the world? A: One is a flake, and the other is a piece of confectionary.
** And it cost them less than £15! Money well spent, in my opinion.
***Hey, Monty, I got my round in and you missed it.
****The girl can eat more food than me. I remain deeply impressed. She has a tummy like the Tardis in that not only is it larger inside than out, but also more of it appears with a loud groaning noise.
So on Saturday,
barty, civi, cryx, zenmeisterin and I donned our respective pith helmets and crinolines and headed for the distant wilds of Brighton to examine the local fauna and flora, and to claim the benighted place for Empire.Sadly,
ukmonty was unable to join us as he’d been presented with the possibility of a girl talking to him, and jessworld didn’t join us because of…well, she just didn’t.*We arrived in town where I adopted the role of native guide (none of the others having been to Brighton before) and led the crocodile through streets of brightly attired natives selling various gewgaws and knickknacks, whilst occasionally the more pierced members of our party would squeal like excited piglets and dash to the latest in a succession of emporia stocking oddly shaped bits of metal designed to be stuck through their living flesh.
Arriving at the beach and pier, we ate chips, drank liquidized Americans (well, that’s what it was being marketed as, and I’ll be very disappointed if it were not true. The shop had a Dalek in the window and everything), threw stones in the sea, waited for Isi and Civi to get served, played a succession of video games (Area 51, Daytona, Dance Dance Revolution, Vampire Night, Warzaid, and Fist of the North Star, for those of you interested in such things) watched the rubbish roller coasters and then Linette and Barty became the first people I have ever seen, in my entire life, to win a prize from one of those grabby claw seaside games.** Hippo!
The day pressing on and the sky darkening with rain the expedition followed the native guide to the pub for booze*** and then, well oiled, off to the Mongolian Barbeque for food. Most of us experimented with recipes and chatted about the complex piquancy of the sauces and spices, but from Linettes end of the table there was nothing more than an awful gobbling noise as she shovelled food down her throat like photons falling into a black hole****, leaving only a faint blue radiation.
And then it was time for home. Stomachs distended, trousers groaning we made our way back up the hill to the station, secure in the knowledge that Brighton had been secured for her Majesty.
I’m sure that other members of the party will give quite different views of the day, but I’d like to reassure you all that any stories about me lactating rohypnol, and my suggestions of an electric trombone digeridildo, are completely apocryphal.
*Q: What is the difference between
ukmonty and the crumbliest, flakiest milk chocolate in the world? A: One is a flake, and the other is a piece of confectionary.** And it cost them less than £15! Money well spent, in my opinion.
***Hey, Monty, I got my round in and you missed it.
****The girl can eat more food than me. I remain deeply impressed. She has a tummy like the Tardis in that not only is it larger inside than out, but also more of it appears with a loud groaning noise.
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Date: 2004-06-21 07:48 am (UTC)"Well, we didn't uphold Brannigan's law, but I did make it with a hot alien babe, and after all isn't that what man has dreamed of since he first looked at the stars?"
He's great :)
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Date: 2004-06-21 09:18 am (UTC)HIPPO!
You, go to Brighton? I shouldn't trust you as near it as Eastbourne!
Date: 2004-06-23 03:59 am (UTC)You know, there are better things to do in Brighton. It does have some clubs (well, odd nights in clubs) worth a look. I keep being told the fetish night is good... perhaps I am just used to more variety of equipment? Trouble is, you have to stay over as Brighton train station seems to close at about 9:30pm. I'm sure it is some ploy to keep out the London people who might want to venture there for clubbing purposes (they like their baby seals?).
C.
Re: You, go to Brighton? I shouldn't trust you as near it as Eastbourne!
Date: 2004-06-23 04:02 am (UTC)Big Gay Al lives in brighton these days, if'n you're intereseted.
As and when I'm going I usually post up here, so check back occasionally and you'll know which days not to go out of the house...
Re: You, go to Brighton? I shouldn't trust you as near it as Eastbourne!
Date: 2004-06-23 04:20 am (UTC)As for hotels there, i'd go with the Thistle, has a slightly better reputation with people who have stayed in both, but I dont know why, just seems to be that way. Do let me know when you are going to be partaking in any fetish thingies. I have a great urge to beat you ;-)
C.
Re: You, go to Brighton? I shouldn't trust you as near it as Eastbourne!
Date: 2004-06-23 04:25 am (UTC)And as for me partaking on Fetish thingies? *Tchah!* I'm a beat-er rather than beat-ee.
Re: You, go to Brighton? I shouldn't trust you as near it as Eastbourne!
Date: 2004-06-23 05:51 am (UTC)Yeah, but I just have this need thing... Just gotta be done.
C.
Re: You, go to Brighton? I shouldn't trust you as near it as Eastbourne!
Date: 2004-06-23 06:26 am (UTC)