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Having been to loads of barbe-meets over the last .. fuckinghell - four years! - I can say in all honesty that I've never met anyone whom I've disliked. And I've met a great many people whom I've liked very much indeed.
I've had a fine time on just about every occasion, and I'm usually about as socially eloquent as a wounded polar bear when in the company of strangers, so that's quite something I suppose.
I particularly remember completely losing my ability to speak when meeting grant*. He fits his online self so well it was like meeting a legendary, possibly fictional, character - my reaction to "hey, it's grant" was about on par with "hey, it's Moses"..
So hopefully that'll be some encouragement to people who've avoided turning up to any thus far..
I have many, many drunken memories of talking to the most unexpected people about the most unexpected things in the most unexpected places, and for that I am thankful. Actually, thinking further, the events of some barbe-meets seem almost too bizarre to have possibly happened.. I suppose maybe that's by fault for tempting fate by consistently refusing to leave until the bitter end..
And thanks to the unparalleled generosity of you lot, I've never been left with nowhere to sleep either, for which I am also thankful.
*balfour, that is - i lost my ability to *stop* speaking when confronting mr.morrison |
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