Friday: Straight from work to the station to head up to Keighley with
Saturday (daytime): The photo shoot, about which I may say more later. For the time being let's just say that some bits of it were fun, and the end result -- 300-odd fantastic photos of
Saturday (evening): Down to London for Stay Beautiful. Thank you to
One man went to burn,
Went to burn down Swindon,
One man and his petrol can
Went to burn down Swindon.
Two men went to burn ... etc.
It was an impromptu performance of folk music in the making, the raw untutored voice of the people singing their story.
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We met up with
We stayed till the bitter end, and then went back to
Sunday: Morning was spent in hangover recovery, drinking glasses of water with added kitten-hair goodness. :-) Watched the kittens fight each other and chase sunbeams, and I attempted to emulate them by wiggling my bottom and pouncing on a little blue shiny thing-on-a-string. Unfortunately I didn't quite achieve the vision of feline grace and power that I was aiming for, instead ending up in an inelegant belly-flop on the futon. Helped to shift the hangover, though.
Went to Ruby in the Dust for breakfast, where we met up with
Then on to look for SHOES, and
I also tried on (but somehow resisted buying) some shoes with over a foot of platform, which were utterly awesome, and made me tall enough to tower over
Stopped in the Devonshire Arms for a couple of suitably goth pints of Guinness (complete with pentagrams drawn in the head);
In other news, sleep is good. Possibly getting more than 8 hours of it in the weekend might have been sensible.
Now to deal with all the emotional aftermath of the weekend. <sigh>