London Meet - EV's non-log.
Posted Jan 11, 2005
Well, I started typing up a log, but as I wasn't writing anything down it turned out I couldn't remember much detail about the meet itself, and the log was just a rant at the public transport system. So rest assured that I had a very good time at the meet, it was great to see everyone, and you don't want to know the amount of hassle we had getting into and out of London.
EV's cure for the post-Xmas blues
Posted Dec 27, 2004
Just booked flights and hotel for the London meet!
Yes I do know it's Christmas, thank you very much...
Posted Dec 24, 2004
...seeing as how my ever-helpful employers saw fit to thank the lackeys by presenting each and every one of us with a turkey. This may or may not have been symbolic. However, if the whole place is shut next week due to food poisoning they have only themselves to blame.
*checks watch* Oh poo, I'll never be asleep before Santa comes now. Merry Christmas!
Thank you John.
Posted Oct 26, 2004
I've been sitting with the "Add a journal entry" page open for half an hour now. I have no idea what to say here; I'd always assumed John Peel was immortal.
Everything I want to say sounds horribly clichéd, but he really was a broadcasting legend and there genuinely will never be another.
My heart goes out to The Pig and the rest of John's family. As a mark of respect, I'm now off to listen to some Japanese techno at the wrong speed.
Flap, flap, flap, flap...
Posted Oct 5, 2004
Everyone who didn't come to the Alton Towers meet last weekend should go and stand in the corner with their head bowed, looking thoroughly miserable. I realise it would have to be a very big corner, but you get the idea.
I lost my Alton Towers virginity on Nemesis (which involves being strapped into a seat and then dangled from a rollercoaster track which you whizz around at great speed) and Air (which involves being strapped into a seat, flipped face downwards and *then* dangled from a rollercoaster track which you whizz around at great speed). The committed Airheads amongst us managed to ride Air twice within half an hour on Sunday morning, as most of Saturday's queueing public was presumably nursing hangovers from the sumptuous and decadent "apres-Air" parties I've just invented.
Oh yes, and after the flume ride I'm afraid we were very, very wet.