The Blackpool Big One Bash - Aftermath
Posted: November 4th, 2007, 19:28
Great bash, JockGit!
I think everyone had a great time.
A brief synopsis of my experience follows.
Friday
I get home from work as soon as possible and spot Hehulk still online, realising there's still a chance to get to the bash, I pack stuff up and get ready. Anham and Berk get off at the wrong junction and meander around Birmingham blindly. They arrive, pick Hehulk up, and then myself. We set off, encounter traffic, and eventually arrive in Blackpool.
We are offered Chinese on arrival. Chinese is tasty. We play games. We watch Mel Brook's Young Frankenstein. We stay up late. Jock and Hehulk pass out early, the others sleep at 3am-ish.
Saturday
Bacons are served early. Crispy bacons. Good bacons. Jock is good bacon chef indeed. Hehulk murmurs lightly and declines, his sandwich is split between Berk and myself. Hehulk is ill, and vomits now and then, before returning to bed for several hours. We're introduced to one of Jock's friends called Gimpy, who has at last joined the forums after a long lurking period. We take a taxi to the town centre to get some cash out, and a few of us are asked if 'we have any pills'. Berk had some, but he wasn't sharing.
We walk a long mile to the Pleasure Beach. First ride was shit. <a href="http://www.blackpoolpleasurebeach.com/r ... 1/">Second ride</a> was better, but the queue was absolutely enormous. Then we did <a href="http://www.blackpoolpleasurebeach.com/r ... /1/1/">The Big One</a>.. In the dark. And inevitably, once I'd ridden it, I wanted to do it again. But alas, there were other rides to sample. Fireworks went pang. Taxi went brm brm. Booze was had back at Jock's. Gimpy got high, drunk and stoned simultaneously. Berk's feet were fucked. Random intellectual and totally spazoid conversations were had.
I think everyone had a great time.
A brief synopsis of my experience follows.
Friday
I get home from work as soon as possible and spot Hehulk still online, realising there's still a chance to get to the bash, I pack stuff up and get ready. Anham and Berk get off at the wrong junction and meander around Birmingham blindly. They arrive, pick Hehulk up, and then myself. We set off, encounter traffic, and eventually arrive in Blackpool.
We are offered Chinese on arrival. Chinese is tasty. We play games. We watch Mel Brook's Young Frankenstein. We stay up late. Jock and Hehulk pass out early, the others sleep at 3am-ish.
Saturday
Bacons are served early. Crispy bacons. Good bacons. Jock is good bacon chef indeed. Hehulk murmurs lightly and declines, his sandwich is split between Berk and myself. Hehulk is ill, and vomits now and then, before returning to bed for several hours. We're introduced to one of Jock's friends called Gimpy, who has at last joined the forums after a long lurking period. We take a taxi to the town centre to get some cash out, and a few of us are asked if 'we have any pills'. Berk had some, but he wasn't sharing.
We walk a long mile to the Pleasure Beach. First ride was shit. <a href="http://www.blackpoolpleasurebeach.com/r ... 1/">Second ride</a> was better, but the queue was absolutely enormous. Then we did <a href="http://www.blackpoolpleasurebeach.com/r ... /1/1/">The Big One</a>.. In the dark. And inevitably, once I'd ridden it, I wanted to do it again. But alas, there were other rides to sample. Fireworks went pang. Taxi went brm brm. Booze was had back at Jock's. Gimpy got high, drunk and stoned simultaneously. Berk's feet were fucked. Random intellectual and totally spazoid conversations were had.
We were looking out for you, too. Trying to think what we'd do to you and your date. Possibly kneel down infront of you and praise RO-BO, or shout willies etc.