Went to a pub over the other side of town last Saturday (well, two bus journeys away, anyway) to meet a load of girls. No, really. I don’t generally go to pubs. I don’t really ‘do’ socialising, as I don’t have a great many friends in real life – I talk to everybody online, and meet very few people face to face.
Anyway, for the last couple of months, we – a number of former BTEC Performing Arts students at Norton College – have been talking via Facebook about getting together for a ‘Reunion’. The date of May the Fourth (be with you…yeah, yeah, whatever) was settled upon, and at 4pm (in order of arrival) Jenny, Lindsay, myself, Natalie, Shelley, Faye, Anna (who’d ‘arranged’ the get together in the first place) and Angelina assembled at The Broadfield pub for a few drinks. There were other students – I wasn’t the only male on the course, though I was one of only six (the other five being unable to make it due to working, being otherwise engaged, not being invited, or, in one rather worrying case, suffering a heart attack earlier in the week – get well soon, Steve) – but we were the only ones brave enough to gather again, in our thirties, some sixteen years after we first met.
I do have to watch my alcohol consumption, and, no doubt due to the fact I hardly ever drink, I was already fairly fuzzy-head after just two hours and three pints (I had planned to stop after two, but Lindsay gave me the money for drinks, and wouldn’t take the change off me, so I made the most of it).
I had to leave at 7pm – the whole ‘going out’ thing is a bit of worry, (what with the whole ‘being prone to throw myself onto the floor’ thing and whathaveyou), so we don’t like to tempt fate too much – but a fantastic time was had by all (certainly by myself – I even missed Doctor Who to attend this gathering), and I believe everyone carried on for the whole of the rest of the day – I know lots of alcohol was consumed, and Jen, Faye and co were still going at gone midnight.
So that was the main event of my week. In Comics news, I’ve bought a Beano or two, and updated my list accordingly.
And I did a little scribble earlier today of The Cat from Red Dwarf. Took a photo, Tweeted it, and was duly RT’d by the man himself, Danny John-Jules. Which was nice.
Almost made me forget about not being able to attend The Red Dwarf Fan Club Convention, Dimension Jump XVII, at the weekend.
Almost. Not quite.