© edward chadwick 2009
Well, well, where to begin?
The official Crafty Christmas frolics are done with for another year, and I believe much fun was had by all judging from early reports coming in over the radar.
Stepping back and reflecting on the last 24 hours or so. The day in the world of craft began under a cloud of misinformation and petty nonsense, quickly dealt with, much work was produced before a fine pal was coerced into a swift warm up ale. Ale duly quaffed, further preparations were made for the jollity ahead, a bottle of something sparkly was dispatched to draw in the ever tightening knot of intrigue, dapper clothing was donned and all headed out into the night.
Common Bar provided the first port of call, before someone got silly and bounded into the Millstone much to the consternation and puzzlement of both colleagues and clientele of said less than salubrious watering hole , a quick snifter led to a gallop across town at a brisk clip, still arriving at the restaurant before a certain Mini lurched onto the double yellows outside.
Once inside and firmly ensconced at without hesitation the best table in the place, the wine flowed as did the conversation, spurred on by a cheeky young chappy and his penchant for tequila, amaretto seemed like a good idea....In the middle of a meal, most odd but not without it's attractions. By the finish, the combination of a hugely inflated bill and some particularly tardy attendance saw some toys being tossed about with a little bit of abandon, arriving at the Perveril of the Peak just in time for closing, the night was on a downward spiral. People were scuttling off into the night at a rate of knots, retreating back to their crafty burrows in the search of solace wrapped up in a double weight extra tog duvet.
A text from a good friend righted the ship and haste was made towards Odder, where the company far from being odd was particularly choice. Much merriment intermingled with some mild flirtation ensued and then only 5 were left. Come closing, 5 hopped in a cab across town and got their MoJo on in a busy spot unfortunately spoilt by some surly bar staff. For a pair of older gents a jot of tiredness, a dash of boredom and a sprinkling of regret and frustration for one at least saw a final stomp to the Northern Quarter to make final arrangements for heading back to respective resting places.
All in all, quite an evening, the veritable rollercoaster of emotions not being helped by some garden path shenanigens, and today?
Fresh as a daisy of course? No, really...