Final February Fling.

Afternoon Session
NQ 2008
© edward chadwick 2009

Well, time seems to be galloping by.  Fun and games have been and gone, lost in the ether, until the point that there's simply too many adventures to blog about.  I either need to get it down more often or lead a less hectic life!

So, what's been going on since the last installment?  Midweek, a glass roofed Victorian market building resounded to the sound of some heavy guitar rock, by 8ish the two protagonists, ears ringing, made their way to the fortnightly institution that comprises Common Knowledge. The scant team of two barely informed gents was buoyed on a wave of slightly misplaced optimism going into the final round towards the top of the table!  But Bloody Hell!  What's this?  A super special secret round of hoola-hooping!  And I'm not refering to some kind of scoffing comp with the similarly named potato based snackery, I'm talking full on gyration with a florescent pink circle of joy! With the requisite skills of a certain elfen pal missing, a swift team talk revealed a reluctance to compromise integrity and discretion proved the better part of valour as two chaps bowed out gracefully, reputations thankfully still intact.

Commissions at the studio duly completed, Friday evening began as a pleasant little real ale crawl, the scene of some previous shenanigens The Marble Arch was made for with a view to sampling their rather choice array of freshly brewed beverages.  An initiation for some in our little party, the Marble's excellent '1425' ale was hitting the spot nicely, food was planned but somehow got lost in the fray. I think in this instance the less said the better, suffice to say unfortunately the curtain had to be drawn down a little prematurely on the nights proceedings after a misunderstanding and slight overreaction regarding some fairly innocuous boyish prankage.  A sour taste was left and a lamp-post lived up to its name, admirably unmovable...

Saturday saw a return to more sedate and salubrious surroundings as a jaunt was made out to the ever excellent Inn at Whitewell.  Some simple honest fare was consumed in front of a crackling hearth overflowing with logs, the perfect foil to the madness of the preceding evening, some fine cheeses and a tot of port drew the evening to a warm glowing close.

This week a slightly quieter time at the studio opened up a few little opportunities to indulge in some off piste activities, nipping out for lunchtime pie and afternoon coffee & cake, both enjoyed in pleasant company.  In addition, the last minute cancelation of an important meeting led to an early evening visit to see a sporty little number with a sting in the tail, which proved to be rather revealing!

As February draws to a close, a fine finale is planned for the evening ahead.  A little caper to my home village is in order to watch our pals band 'The Crimpolenes' provide some sterling 80's derived entertainment, with the company and music sorted, lets hope the ale proves to be equally quaffable.  A veritable cornucopia of joy awaits...

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