30th August 2011, 10:14 PM
*staggers in, peels off Viking cloak, hides bits of Staffordshire Hoard under the bar*
*waves at Deadly*
It's been a heluva week out there, folks. You have to love spending three days in a tent with a full encampment of Viking re-enactors who are more than happy to deal with the local yoof when they decide to invade at 3am on a Saturday night in Tamworth. Last I heard was one lad shouting, with a note of anguish in his voice ... 'Come back, you ****, I'm not done with you yet!'
Bless.
If there's a bucket of anything left that's drinkable, I'd be most grateful for anything that doesn't look/sound/smell like mead. No quaffing, either, or horns as drinking vessels.
Here's a drink to lost friends and family. My aunt passed away this weekend and I'm still not really grasping it as a fact.
*waves at Deadly*
It's been a heluva week out there, folks. You have to love spending three days in a tent with a full encampment of Viking re-enactors who are more than happy to deal with the local yoof when they decide to invade at 3am on a Saturday night in Tamworth. Last I heard was one lad shouting, with a note of anguish in his voice ... 'Come back, you ****, I'm not done with you yet!'
Bless.
If there's a bucket of anything left that's drinkable, I'd be most grateful for anything that doesn't look/sound/smell like mead. No quaffing, either, or horns as drinking vessels.
Here's a drink to lost friends and family. My aunt passed away this weekend and I'm still not really grasping it as a fact.
Prime practitioner of headology, with a side order of melting glass with a stern glare.