I'm home... I think. At least the scenery has stopped screaming towards me at 70Mph and I don't need to look over my shoulder to go right. Yes, I think this is home.
Fuck me, five hours in a car with three CDs to listen to, over and over and over again and again and some more.
Navigated my way through Bath perfectly, off up the various motorways (including the retarded part where the M5 stops and is sort of glued onto the M6... which moron designed that part then?!), off the M60 at the correct junction, about six miles from home on a road I've been down millions of times before and...
Take the wrong turning, go straight on at the lights while going "balls! I live down there! ->".
I don't recall bashing the MAME machine. It gave me a good bashing though in Robotron.
My highlight of the weekend was when me, Bog, Yak, Randomdude and Hyphz were sat in the bar having a pint or three. Along came this quite old, totally bladdered and possibly mad bloke who began to strike up a conversation with us.
Fuck knows what he was saying, he kept asking Bog if he was English, he mistook me and Randomdude for women and the whole thing got a bit surreal.
It got even more surreal when, with utterly perfect comic timing, Yak produced pictures on his phone and showed them to the bloke...
"Aww look! A sheepie!"
"Look at the fluffy tail on that"
The one that totally killed us was
"Look, a plate of avacardos".
Until that point we'd been trying to keep a straight face, but once the totally random picture of some avacardos (oh, if you mysteriously received that on your phone, that was me) came up, we just sort of fell apart
lations!
-s from me too. 
didnt get chance and only did abut 75% )
