I'll be there, I hope a few others may be tempted to attend: players of games or otherwise, those who have previously expressed an interest, cider drinkers, non cider drinkers, non drinkers, lovers of modern architecture, loathers of modern architecture, Jan Lane, James Hatts, hat, sailors, pirates, lurkers, postmen.....
Oh dear, oh dear, that Aspalls is powerful stuff. I was stopped by the police on the way home for “behaving suspiciously”. If that means taking two paces forward, one pace backward, with the occasional lurch to the side, I was indeed behaving in a highly suspicious manner. It was nice to see everyone last night. I swear I saw Mapmaker and Ivanhoe Martin sitting side by side - but by then I was seeing two of everything anyway, so I'm still not sure they're different people. I do regret trying to lock that barmaid in the cupboard, as it would be nice to go back to The Bridgehouse again. I was highly entertained by the lady who, on being offered a pint of cider, declared:
“I'm not drinking that s***t, it f*****g stinks!”
And the chap who decided that, because we'd met through a web-site, we were “a bunch of f*****g sickos.”
I believe that cider making was discussed at one point, because I can vaguely remember Mapmaker suggesting that we commandeer somebody's small children and shove them up a tree to fetch the apples down - a splendid idea! This one of the things I shall hopefully discuss this weekend as I head back to Stanley Towers, as I'm due to go to Awre (pronounced Arr) to pick up a couple of crates of Severnsider Cider, and also pick up some tips on cider making from the producer.