Whitby is done again.
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Whitby was fun as always. Seemed far too short as only headed over on the Friday this time in a completely futile attempt to spent less money.
Somehow ended up watching the battle of the bands on the friday due to excitement at going to see Luch's clapometer, and then Sarah got asked to judge so we were unable to leave. They were not good. However, Diana's compering under the influence of brandy (Ed and Carrie knew what they were doing there!) was worth witnessing!
As was the clapometer. Obviously!
Spa was similar to usual, didn't watch bands, apparently problems getting in again even though it wasn't sold out - definitely something going on there...
Rumours abound about Scarborough council wanting the whole thing to move to Scarborough due to bigger venue, more places to stay (and so more money for them!) - and I have to say, it doesn't seem impossible, after them stopping people drinking on the streets, and being overly strict on capacity - they aren't doing anyone any favours! People would not go to Scarborough - it lacks all charm. And has Jo has said, if she moved out of Whitby, someone else would move straight in...
Sarah carried on her usual practice of abusing the headline bands by managing to vaguely affront the Cassandra Complex.
Can't even remember what I did on saturday, though I have a suspicion it involved the pub, though not the straws, they were Friday...
Due to issues mentioned above, us blaggers were asked to head downstairs to socialise with each other for a change, this wasn't too bad, as it involved free booze and pizza. And we were only quarantined for a couple of hours.
Generally nice to catch up with people and over all too quickly.
Sunday involved the becoming traditional trip to the Magpie before the queue appears to eat all the food. This was good! Strolled up to the football and was relatively disinterested as the goths spent the whole time in the lead, this was just plain wrong. Somehow they won 4-3 so well done to them.
Tim somehow decided that he must sign all the ladies boobs. And was relatively successful in this, though at least some of that success must be attributed to Diana, particularly for the moment where she shouted at someone wandering past the Met "Oy! You with the big boobs" and they walked all the way back round to let Tim scrawl on them.
Yay.
Think my resolution that I wasn't going in April is already out the window...