Dream of the Rarebit Fiend
I'm finding my feet and cooling my heels in Croydon today. Just a few quick notes about our story so far. The fishlifters met me at Heathrow yesterday with a sign that read: 'Croydon fandom welcomes international travelling jiant Radny Byatt'. I asked if that made me a relative of A.S. Byatt, and they seemed to think so. After we dumped my stuff at their house, we made our way to a pub down the block called the Cricketer, where we met up with reverendjim and pingopark. Jim was wearing a 'Ride the S.L.U.T.' t-shirt. It's a small world, isn't it? There were some nice beers on tap, including two by Dark Star, but the other notable event for me was that I finally got to try Welsh rarebit. If it gave me strange dreams, I don't remember, because I slept like the dead last night -- for nearly twelve hours! Couldn't have anything to do with how much beer I drank. We also went to the regular Sunday pubmeet at the Claret, where I met some of the local group and drank a couple more lovely pints.
Today, as I say, I'm chilling my hills, waiting to meet folks at another pub this evening. Ciao for now.
Today, as I say, I'm chilling my hills, waiting to meet folks at another pub this evening. Ciao for now.