back round to thursday! very exciting. i've never managed to keep a blog up-to-date for a week before. which is fairly damning, i realise. it's back to games, then. haven't yet decided what the games will be that i shall discuss. during the meanwhilst* i shall tell a story that my brother told me last night.
as a preface, i'll give you the story that prompted his response. it was glastonbury (2005 think) and i, and the other dreadfuls, was being paid to be there. we were promoting a truly dreadful book and were staying behind the circus tent. i had decided that we definitely should go and see the wonderful go! team at the john peel stage. but, noone would come. so i got a little bit hammered and went on my own. on the way i took something illicit that would make me dance and met a man selling booze from a plank by the side of the path. very, very cheaply. i bought a bottle of courvoisier for a tenner: a good deal in anyone's book. but, then i had a revelation: i'm about to be chemically induced to dance and the shape of this bottle is... um... reminiscent of a cudgel. i realised it was perhaps not the best idea to boogie quite as much as i was going to with a weapon in my hand. so i also had to buy a manbag on the way. which was fine. because i had this bottle of brandy, i made lots of new friends. one of these offered me something and i took it and woke up in the hospital tent.
my brother's story is quicker and funnier: he was at some festival and woke up in his tent in the morning on top of his sleeping bag, completely naked. he asked his tentmate (male) what had happened. apparently they had been walking back to their camp and the bro had spotted a bathtub that had filled up with rainwater. so he had a bath.
i'll be back later with a game.
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*points awarded for the reference.