:D

Sounds like a plan.

Allow!?

 

I intend to be totally wazzed by the time we pass Berwick!

My friends were going to have a fireworks party tomorrow, to which you would have been invited to (for a bit of English culture).

 

But it's not going to happen now so you'll have to do with the British tradition of getting pissed and flirting with anything with a pulse. I'm sure you can cope. :D

Shotgun not sitting with you :P

My kind of party. I'm looking forward to meeting you. (And everyone else).

They're like a freak show (I've never met them), but I'm Pretty sure Pete Boughton was in 30 days of night.

Mean!


(I'll let you know)

Unfortunately you won't be meeting me as i will still be down here in London enjoying Heaven and Hell tomorrow.

 

Bah.

Mouse, I don't think I can make the 12.06 tomorrow - taxi duties. The earliest train I can get is the 11.26 getting into Leeds at 12.23.

Do you want to wait for me (it'll be like Brief Encounter with you playing the Celia Johnson character) or do you want to go on ahead?

Soz.

Where do you actually live?

Or more specifically, what are the plans for migrating teh dog basketeers afterwards?

I'm thinking me + car - alcohol = possibility to transport two or three people (that is assuming anyone is willing to get in the car with me).

So, who's going to be there when? Just trying to find out who I'll need to look out for. I'll be there around 12:30ish.

I think you'll find he wants to be on the same train as me, actually.

Me n' Kenny n' Boff n' Craig will be there about 12.30-13.00ish I thinks.

Oh goody, that's 3 people I'll recognise at least then. I've usually had the unmistakable (and masculine) figure of Manthrob to guide me in the general direction of meaters you see.

Hehe, that would be what women would call "man-AIDS".

I wonder who Mr Throb will think I am this time... :D

:'D