It's alive..!
Went to see the curly stoggs of Geordie funness that is Ross Noble last night. Had a fabulous end to what was a pretty fabulous day actually.
In the PM, I met up with xthursdaynextx and monooccularcat - lovely to see them both again. Thursday has a bit of a baby bump now, which is adorable. Anywho, N and I took them to Milton Keynes Museum. Now, later in the evening, Noble would take the piss out of MK museum and... to be fair I think the real thing is slightly more surreal than he might have imagined. To begin, there's a boat in the car park. Milton Keynes is more or less the definition of landlocked. There is a canal nearby, and parks with lakes but... well, we're about as far away from the sea as you can get when you live on a small island in the Atlantic. As a result, I think it's clear to say that boats probably aren't the first thing which springs to mind when one thinks of Milton Keynes.
Another feature of the museum is a telephone museum. Yes... telephones.
*ponders*
*ponders more*
*shrugs* No idea.
The rest of the museum is largely about country life. Strange for a new city? Not really. MK was a collection of small villages in the midst of the Bucks countryside which was grouped together to become a sprawling *cough* metropolis. Now, my flist, you know I am actually fond of MK. I am. And, much of MK museum was, the strangeness of the boat and telephone thing aside, pretty good. There was an old worldy street inside, toys, a schoolroom, church... it was rather splendid. They also had a transport display on, which inscluded stationary engines (again... no idea), which - along with the museums other vintage agricultural vehicles - pleased N no end. She owns her own vintage tractor and likes to rebuild cars etc. She was in her element. And, to be a right soppy arse for a moment, that made me very happy.
Now, thehe gift shop did have some good tat to buy. The latter, was important as mono had already hatched a plan to buy a rubber for Ross. In fact, she would like anyone going to see Mr Noble to buy a rubber for Ross. Please feel free to mention this everywhere. Drowning comedians in novelty and souvenier stationery pleases us. We found a mini gift bag which announced itself as a gift for Grandad bag. Perfect. Cross off Grandad and insert "Ross" and Mono had a winner of a gift for Mr Noble.
So, from there we dropped N home because she was feeling poorly, and the three remaining musketeers went to dinner - one of those buffet places? Nom.... I also had a mocktail called a Ginger Mint. It was gingery and... minty. Oh yes. And delicious. I also, after dinner, went and had one of everything from the dessert table. I don't fuck around when I want a pudding.
Mr Noble was a winner. And, mono - aka the ghost shagging mad woman (ask the cat) - is a bit genius to be sat in the second row with. My favourite of Ross' discussion were about his dad - which was touching but also very funny - and the Gay Lizard (Gizzard). The latter came about because yesterday was International Talk Like A Pirate Day. The backdrop was fabulous too. It was like Noble's brain had exploded as inflatables. Mr Noble also seemed to think that MK is a locked down, plague ridden community because we mainly didn't know/care about Lady Gaga's meat dress. But that's fine. I can deal with being isolated if it means I don't have to see a blonde woman wearing 6lbs of best streaky. :) But no, the man is a manic, brilliant comedian. i left with a sore tummy, face and head from laughing too much and, well, that suits me fine.
In the PM, I met up with xthursdaynextx and monooccularcat - lovely to see them both again. Thursday has a bit of a baby bump now, which is adorable. Anywho, N and I took them to Milton Keynes Museum. Now, later in the evening, Noble would take the piss out of MK museum and... to be fair I think the real thing is slightly more surreal than he might have imagined. To begin, there's a boat in the car park. Milton Keynes is more or less the definition of landlocked. There is a canal nearby, and parks with lakes but... well, we're about as far away from the sea as you can get when you live on a small island in the Atlantic. As a result, I think it's clear to say that boats probably aren't the first thing which springs to mind when one thinks of Milton Keynes.
Another feature of the museum is a telephone museum. Yes... telephones.
*ponders*
*ponders more*
*shrugs* No idea.
The rest of the museum is largely about country life. Strange for a new city? Not really. MK was a collection of small villages in the midst of the Bucks countryside which was grouped together to become a sprawling *cough* metropolis. Now, my flist, you know I am actually fond of MK. I am. And, much of MK museum was, the strangeness of the boat and telephone thing aside, pretty good. There was an old worldy street inside, toys, a schoolroom, church... it was rather splendid. They also had a transport display on, which inscluded stationary engines (again... no idea), which - along with the museums other vintage agricultural vehicles - pleased N no end. She owns her own vintage tractor and likes to rebuild cars etc. She was in her element. And, to be a right soppy arse for a moment, that made me very happy.
Now, thehe gift shop did have some good tat to buy. The latter, was important as mono had already hatched a plan to buy a rubber for Ross. In fact, she would like anyone going to see Mr Noble to buy a rubber for Ross. Please feel free to mention this everywhere. Drowning comedians in novelty and souvenier stationery pleases us. We found a mini gift bag which announced itself as a gift for Grandad bag. Perfect. Cross off Grandad and insert "Ross" and Mono had a winner of a gift for Mr Noble.
So, from there we dropped N home because she was feeling poorly, and the three remaining musketeers went to dinner - one of those buffet places? Nom.... I also had a mocktail called a Ginger Mint. It was gingery and... minty. Oh yes. And delicious. I also, after dinner, went and had one of everything from the dessert table. I don't fuck around when I want a pudding.
Mr Noble was a winner. And, mono - aka the ghost shagging mad woman (ask the cat) - is a bit genius to be sat in the second row with. My favourite of Ross' discussion were about his dad - which was touching but also very funny - and the Gay Lizard (Gizzard). The latter came about because yesterday was International Talk Like A Pirate Day. The backdrop was fabulous too. It was like Noble's brain had exploded as inflatables. Mr Noble also seemed to think that MK is a locked down, plague ridden community because we mainly didn't know/care about Lady Gaga's meat dress. But that's fine. I can deal with being isolated if it means I don't have to see a blonde woman wearing 6lbs of best streaky. :) But no, the man is a manic, brilliant comedian. i left with a sore tummy, face and head from laughing too much and, well, that suits me fine.