So, about a fortnight ago I said "proper review of Whitby soon". That was patently a lie. However, for the sake of my my own future self's memory, I'm going to press on and write some drivel about it. You are welcome to read it if you wish :)
( Thursday )

As mentioned last Friday, I was under a cold. A slightly weird one, as it happened, in that I went from the awful sore-throat-shivery-achey-feverishness of "coming down with a cold" to the tight chest and hacking cough of "getting over a cold" without ever really having the snuffly bit in the middle ( Read more... )

Quite often, when I phone my parents, there's some sort of breathless scramble at their end as they turn off whatever music they're listening to. I nearly always have music on when I'm at home, and my parents do too... I always assumed that was just what people did, but apparently not ( Read more... )

As I mentioned, Mabel didn't compete at DERT this year as one member of the team was at a wake. The formal funeral was on the Friday before, and (unsure whether it was going to be a close-friends-only affair) I'd enquired tentatively whether I could go along. It was in London, I figured I could slide out of the office for a couple of hours and show ( Read more... )

Those of you who have seen my rapper team's Facebook updates will already know the punchline to this story: we had to pull out of the competition at the weekend.

( Some bad news )

Long-term readers will know that around this time of year DERT happens. DERT - the Dancing England Rapper Tournament - is the annual competition for the style of folk dancing that I do. This year it's in Leeds.

This year it is also an unexpectedly big deal for Mabel Gubbins. Firstly, we're in Premier.

( Aaaargh! )

Last weekend, I was scooped up by chrestomancy in his large, purry car and delivered to ebee's house, where there was a Tentacle party. Involving full English, cake, boardgames, more cake, more boardgames and, of course, tentacles.

( Cakes )

I'm going to post about Whitby before I post about holidaying in Northumberland, because there's a greater danger I'll forget who the bands were. Also, this LJ is chronically non-chronological these days. I mean, the dairy-free custard tarts were weeks ago now and I still haven't written about them...

( So, to Whitby! )

Whew, it's been busy round these parts. And I have things to report upon, and no coherent strategy for doing so.

In my usual capacity as a cultural vacuum, who only goes to the theatre when prodded, I was booked to go to The Globe with snow_leopard to see Blue Stockings. In the event, she couldn't make it, so I bravely went along anyway (realising that beyond ( Read more... )

On Sunday last weekend, we used up a Groupon thingy which was in danger of expiring, and took ourselves to the London Motor Museum. It's kind of localish, being in Hayes, and a very simple train ride away (and a slightly more complicated walk back along a canal and through some parks and some shopping streets and so on, but that was optional. The ( Read more... )