When I found out that Rachael would not be partaking in this evening of fine food and cracking conversation, I was slightly unwilling to oblige Gemma, Cath and Phil, my favorite members of the LGBT community. But then I discovered that Lesley would be present, and I was sold.
A very nice meal in Velvet, half price thanks to Gem's savviness. A drink in Churchills, then off home. That makes it sound a bit naff, but I assure you that it wasn't. This blogging lark is proving difficult, as my brain seems to have ceased function.
I might be making a radio appearance tomorrow. Bolton FM. Fun times. This is if I get out of bed and into Bolton before Thorrun finishes her show. Humm.
Today was BEAT. We didn't win by as much as we should have, which was most embarrassing. Using the Mac caused technical problems, so we were a bit flustered, and consequently less impressive. But gift vouchers for the win.
Back to this evening. Apologies for the absence of coherence. Drama was hilarious: we created a kind of interview scenario where characters were interviewed for jobs. Then we decided who to give which job, and the characters decided who wanted each one the most. Then we talked about it briefly and they stayed in character, and got into a fight over it. It was extremely surreal.
Manchester is where it's at. This is undeniable. I babble. Goodnight.
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