Supposed to be green with envy rather than with botulism, that.
MOOBAA - His journey
I would guess have at least seen a lot of concrete....but sadly not the cows.mark@thearchive wrote:txt from Pete: He just passed Milton Keynes! wonder if he saw the concrete cows?
If I'd have known he was passing I would have waved from my office window...
not that he would be anywhere near here but well you know......
Years and years ago I was on a train from MK to London with my (then) girlfriend. This woman staggered down the aisle towars us and plonked herself into a seat opposite. She dug into her bag and pulled out a small bottle, took a swig and put it back.mark@thearchive wrote:txt from Pete: He just passed Milton Keynes! wonder if he saw the concrete cows?
We started chatting, and she told us that she was from the MK Development Council (or something) and that she was going into London for a big meeting. She was obviously very nervous and kept reaching into her bag for a quick swig of whatever was in the bottle.
As the jopurney went on (and it's not a long one), she bacame more and more nervous and (due to the contents of the bottle) more and more tipsy.
Apparantly the meeting was about new ways to promot MK and related touristy goodies. Souvenirs, bits and bobs etc. I got the impression that there was a lot riding on the meeting for her.
Anyways, she was reluctant to tell us what her big ideas were - until the train pulled into the station.
Her big selling point for the meeting was - concrete cow pats!
The poor woman left the train with us sniggering behind her.
Wonder how her meeting went...
aureole wrote:I tihnk they prefer to call it "helping them with their enquiries".bloid wrote:A moobaa based strategy meeting?aureole wrote:moobaa now landed in Cambridge - lunched and sent off to sightsee whilst I have a meeting
Hope he found his way back by now!
Bet you're in the pub or some such frivolity
"What's there to lose?" said the general, selling our dead meat by the pound...
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Yesterday was interesting. 3 hours on the bus from Oxford to Cambridge. A little sleep-depped from a classic "Minter Moment" (read: night) playing Rude Llamatron with Markie the night before. A bit of music deliberately chosen for its neuro-suggestive capabilities led to a near epiphany on the bus as I gazed over the countryside. I came here seeking (amongst other things) my muse; I'm hot on her trail
aureole (a llovely, llovely chap, even if he did pay for dinner behind my back) met me at the bus station, so I dumped some gear in his office and proceeded to wander around Cambridge. Getting sunburnt. Again. Saw drunken punting, cows, ridiculously pretty and extravagant architecture, then caught the bus back to aureole's place. A complete fuck-up on my account left me stuck in some small village 10 miles from my intended destination, necessitating a ride on the back of aureole's bike (by "ride", I mean "hanging on for dear life in what could be considered an extended man-cuddle."
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Settled in, and a wonderful meal down the pub with aureole and his SO. After struggling with beers so much thus far, it was llovely to discover that my old fall-back drink (Cointreau) still goes down a treat
Pics later...
Yesterday was interesting. 3 hours on the bus from Oxford to Cambridge. A little sleep-depped from a classic "Minter Moment" (read: night) playing Rude Llamatron with Markie the night before. A bit of music deliberately chosen for its neuro-suggestive capabilities led to a near epiphany on the bus as I gazed over the countryside. I came here seeking (amongst other things) my muse; I'm hot on her trail
aureole (a llovely, llovely chap, even if he did pay for dinner behind my back) met me at the bus station, so I dumped some gear in his office and proceeded to wander around Cambridge. Getting sunburnt. Again. Saw drunken punting, cows, ridiculously pretty and extravagant architecture, then caught the bus back to aureole's place. A complete fuck-up on my account left me stuck in some small village 10 miles from my intended destination, necessitating a ride on the back of aureole's bike (by "ride", I mean "hanging on for dear life in what could be considered an extended man-cuddle."
Settled in, and a wonderful meal down the pub with aureole and his SO. After struggling with beers so much thus far, it was llovely to discover that my old fall-back drink (Cointreau) still goes down a treat
Pics later...
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