The h2g2 Poem: The Manchester Meet
Created | Updated Feb 28, 2012
The Manchester Meet
What good fun was had at the Manchester Meet.
Rolling up at the Cask to find a seat.
Hugging friends both old and new –
Yes, Happy Nerd, a kiss for you too!
The Larholms soon joined us with their little girl.
Baby from Lanza also gave us a whirl.
Along came Sol with her darling baby,
Sung to sleep with the words of 'The Tattooed Lady'.
More wandered through; Icky, Tufty, Pingu,
Bel, Witty Moniker, Bluebottle, to name but a few.
'Is that man a cowboy. Does he ride cows?'
A quiet voice asks, as Tim Stevenson bows!
Some say their farewells as they leave for the day.
Others dispersed to hotels – chatting all the way.
We change for the evening, and head off for a meal,
Then to The Font with more friends. Ideal!
Robbie Stamp, Pastey, his wife Alabaster, Tav, Mr 603,
Honest Iago, Pegasus, Princess of Darkness and Maggie! All new to me.
Yes most are old friends who came by to shout 'Hello!' –
'The music's so loud!' us old folks bellow.
Seeing Khamsin grow up and up! From a lovely young lad,
Into the man he is now – a husband and dad.
His wife Dr Anthea; Superfrenchie, Jon_M, Mr Nerd,
Balk Bloke, Virtuouschuffed, Spimcoot, Coelocanth, and others I heard.
We had a huge quiz, set up by Pastey.
There were prizes galore. He wasn't hastey.
'Not Telling' the team we came second with Mr 603,
Bel, Lanza, VC and lil ol' me!
More names to remember! Candy, Brown Furby, even The Zens
Handing out paper, spare pencils and pens.
Titania, TRiG, Milla and Sho.
They stayed as late as they could, but some had to go.
At this point it was felt us oldies should leave.
Giving the bar to the youngsters before they could grieve.
The Platypus fluttered eyes at a young man, then left for the night.
Ivan the Kangaroo – drunk, under the table, his usual plight!
Tim Stevenson took me for a ride down the cobbled street,
Calling on passing young men to lift the chair – that's neat!
Thanks to the Ibis, who let us take over their bar.
VC and I stayed for two hours(?), 'til we looked for a car.
Outside, we checked we had everything, chair, Ivan and bag.
Then spotted Ictoan sneaking a quick fag.
'Good luck with the cab', he said as one passed us by.
Out shot my hand – it stopped – 'I can still pull 'em,' says I! 
