I awoke on the morn of Sunday the 3rd of July with a head that was still playing the edited highlights of the Scary Badger show. With a hop and a hey, I hastened to the sanitation chamber and doused myself in water, that the cleanliness factor may have been reached. Then, I clad myself in my Cloth armour of Darkness +1, grabbed my Vorpal Camera, checked my email...
...then hastened forth to create my party, to begin my quest that would be known throughout the centuries as
The Gathering of the Wanderers of the Blogosphere.I walked towards the south of Bromley, along the way meeting Sir Dave Soul Killer (apparantly), who had requisitioned his father's chariot for our journey. After a speedy ride, we purchased our steam locomotive tickets, and waited at the appointed place for Jonathan of the Davis. He got into a small dispute with a Kobold in line for his ticket, and he was most enraged
Still, all was sorted out with steel, and he joined us on the platform, as we waited for the arrival of the locomotive and our destiny! We spotted some oddities however, possibly due to some nefarious Dark Sorcerors grip on the fabric of time...
Shoe fuse?! Insanity doth dwell in this place I fear... On the locomotive we met with Dave of the MCMcC, who was being watched by his Guardian Ogre...
...and also Steve of Sheep, who, in true "I r monk" style had prepared the intoxicating liquor...
Eventually we arrived at the place fate had ordained, West Dulwich. We ventured forth, led by the siren call of Helen B, until indeed we arrived.
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Once we got there we met Sarah and Sophie, who were busy attempting to set fire to bags of coal.
Luckily all worked well, and the fire roared heartily. After some time, the final member of the LPBS group arrived
Lewis there, in all his Ketchup and Sugar eating goodness. Now, with the LPBS group all in place, we were set to prepare for the eventual counter attack by all those JAGS lot, who I could tell would soon vastly outnumber us. The next to arrive was Simon, my first Unknown Wanderer.
He was closely followed (by about 10 minutes) by Helen, Kirsten (2nd UW) and Fan (3rd UW)
It seemed all had brought along the companion of appetite, as there was a quick clamouring for the variety of foodstuffs
And the next few moments were spent ingesting said nutrition. The LPBS lot were seemingly wrapped in conversation involving those sciency type thingums they all do, and so the conversation was way above my head.
Kirsten suggested to Helen that they counter this by quoting Shakey Spar, but they did not. Which was good, since i like my ears (not that this would eventually matter).
It was at this point that the next guest was the tunr up. Steve fielded the call on his telephone device of mobile communications, and I and he sauntered down the road to the station to pick up the final final LPBS member, he of the Denne of Olivers
He joined into the festivities, and quickly his bringingof Martini was quickly found to be a source of much amusement as it was shown revulsion by both Dave and Lewis. Dave J took to his food swith some high degree of an "aww yeh"ness.
My brother Chris and teh JAJ then entered the whole shebang
However, it was at this point that a redering shriek filled the air. Was there trouble ahead? Had outr hero fallen to his doom? Well, kinda. Helen broke a chair.
But, she nursed herself back to health quickly, and returned to her place at the side of Fan
Who is looking rather cool in that picture, but we like him anyway. However, a fight soon broke out, with Helen and Helen tackling Steve for a shoe and a camera respectively
Despite the fierce resistance steve put up against the two females, he was eventually subdued by some rather unladylike submission tactics
Hair pulling girls? I ask you...
Much of the rest of the day was covered by the enjoyment derived from such wonderful activities as juggling
Mao
Climbing
And, rather bizarrely, most of the lads getting their hair done by the girls..
Me
Ollie, looking like the devil (or the guy from Doom)
Lewis
Steve
Fan
After a while people sarted to leave, and the reamining few stayd to play a rather hilarious game of winkmurder, which became steadily more enthused as it wore on, to the ppoint I decided to film a round, to show how crazy it had become (only 5MB for anyone who wants). Then, eventually all had left and I,as the dutiful perosn i am stayed behind and watched Sarah and co. clear up, before retiring.
Eppy log!!!
A wondrous day! Fulla cool peeps and old aqcuaintances which made it all the more wondrous, and twas a fablus idea by Sarah
Definitely one for a repeat no?
'chard
