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'My Corduroyed Life' - Mark A's Journal
I want him! I want him! I want him!
M
Current mood: Unprofessional.
Current music: In Our Gun by Gomez.
Having shunned the Mardi Gras event for the last two years, I have decided to embrace it. Despite the fact it's going to be cripplingly expensive (bread and dripping for the rest of the month... maybe just bread: I don't know how to make dripping), I'm REALLY looking forward to it!
http://www.europridemanchester2003.com
That's the website if you want to have a look at what I'll be doing/ where I'll be going.
I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited! Am really, really, really looking forward to it! Expect a big blog report some time next week. Lalalalalalala
Have fun,
M
Current mood:
excited.Current music: Feuer Frei by Rammstien.
I've been meaning to do this post since last weekend, but just couldn't find the time to do one of my big blithers. It appears that today's lunch hour is the only time I'll be able to find some time until after EuroPride (which will, obviously, require another huge entry - [grin] pun intended), so here's a rather less epic version of what I intended.
First of all, I think I'd like to say one thing: FANTASTIC!
I had SUCH a good time: everything from the B&B to the weather to the games to the swimming pool antics to the money off PBM to the load of fantastic friends to me in a dress was just GREAT.
On a delightfully hot Friday, the weekend started with a train jouney to Leeds to meet my lift. Now I heart train journeys as long as I get a seat, the train is on time, and I have my personal CD player and a good book. Well on this journey, I got a seat, the train was on time, and I had my personal CD player and a good book (Otherland 4: The Mountain of Black Glass by Tad Williams). This was all a good omen...
Stood for a whole minute outside Leeds station, I waited for my friend (Mark) Hayes to pick me up. I knew he was coming because I heard Alice Cooper booming, and sure enough there appeared Hayes' Vauxhall wotsithing (I don't do cars - it's silver... whatever). Grinning as we turned heads and upset elderly Yorkshire people with the loud music of an aging rocker, I leapt into Hayes' car and off we went to Wisbech. Zoom.
The journey was uneventful until we actually arrived at Wisbech (I say Wisbech, what I mean is St Andrews something or other which is a teeny place near Wisbech). Now Hayes had written the directions for everyone, but forgotten to actually bring them with him. So we got lost. The guy who wrote the directions got lost. Gah! St Andrews something or other has a grand total of about 12 roads. We went down all of them at least twice. Could we find the B&B? Could we buggery. What we did find was a pub, so we went in to get directions. Now, it would have been rude to not purchase an alcoholic beverage at a public house, so we did. Anyway, we finally got there and a few of the lads had already arrived and we quickly got chatting about Dungeonworld and other geeky stuff over beers. The way it should be!
Usual suspects sorely missed:
Cal, Jon, MadMat, Pete Mooney, Paul F...
New faces that it was great to meet:
German Tom, Chris P...
Apologies if there's any glaring omissions, but it has been a week. [grin]
Anyway, we played games. In fact we played Settlers of Catan from 1am to 5am... It got to the point where I passed out between my turns and got nudged when it was my go. I flaked at about 6, but hardcore Hayes and Thomas managed to do a whole night without sleep. Scary.
Glossing over the various games played (Munchkin, Space Munchkin, Settlers, Puerto Rico, Army of Darkness, and the one Doc Mark really loves but I forget the name), plotting, chatting, and consumption of mucho booze, I'll get to the juicy bits...
Andy London put on an epic scale over the table roleplay session with characters from Dungeonworld. It was a military scenario, and as such I played my soldier type dude: Lord Beard. Lord Beard is my psychotic, OTT, boozey, leary dwarf who has nothing but contempt for men who use bows (que him irritating every Ranger by calling them a girl). What he lacks in subtlety, he makes up for with his axe... Andy L is one of the very few GMs I know that can take a group of fighters, put them in NO fights, and all players have a great time. I had great fun RPing Beardy who was getting more and more upset at insults being thrown at him by an NPC (played by Andy L), and not being allowed to hit him by his Sargeant. So much fun!
Andy L was also responsible for another highlight of the weekend: the now obligatory Sir Roger play. Sir Roger being a character played by Clive. On a previous play I got to be Douglas Dashing, the rascally rogue. A swashbuckling roguish double crossing guy with a curly tache. This time, the character I was given was Delores the Damsen. Me and drag is such a bad thing, although the guy who owns the Madhouse did say I looked quite good from the back when I had my dress and blonde wig on (poor guy has been relentlessly ribbed for it ever since!). So yes, we put on a play in makeshift outfits (mine was a dress, makeup and wig borrowed from the Land Lady - I could put a link to the photos here... but I'm not gonna [grin]) written by Andy. The script was rather saucy (to say the least!!!) and involved me dropping Clive's/ Sir Rogers trousers and pretending to 'pump' him. Shocking. Bless Clive: the good sport that he is, he actually let me yank down his jeans infront of about 30 people to get a cheap laugh - it worked. As usual, I really enjoyed camping it up, and I decided to put on a particularly deep voice for Delores, just because I could. Meanwhile, Bill Mayling stole the show (as always) by playing Wartyconk the rhyming troll who's lost his ability to rhyme.
The final highlight I'm going to write is about the 'Ball In Face' competition. 'Ball In Face' is a pretty self-explanetory name for a game: we were in teams of five in the pool and you have a half-deflated basketball which you aim to throw in an opponents face. If you hit them in the face, you score 5 points; if you knock the ball out, the other team gets a point. Tis lots of fun. We decided that (basically because it's amusing) that we'd form the most useless team possible. We formed the disabled team: three blind specs wearers without their specs (me being one of them), a deaf German, and our token able-bodied. You see, we were equal opportunities... and he was representing a pregnant lady so hey. Anyway, the disabled team won their first match, much to our delight/ shock. Then we won the final. What?!?! We really were useless, yet we won! We were so amused! We all won special limited characters in Dungeonworld for our efforts as well! Yay!
And finally... I've started in a new game that was launched at the con. It's called Abnormals, and is a game where you play superheroues and supervillians. To me, that concept is SO cool! Basic start up is three characters, and I've rehashed two characters, and come up with a new one. The rehashes are Mooncat (who in this incarnation is a female sphinx superheroine), and Shinoba (who is a black clad evil Ninja supervillain type guy). The new character which made the GM cringe is Captain Pink and his sidekick Poptastic Boy! He's basically a camp as hell Captain Marvel type dude with flight and... wait for it... vibration powers! TeeHee!
All in all, a FAB weekend... Can't wait until the next one!
Cheers,
M
Current mood: Chirpy.
Current music: Sonne by rammstien.
When I did 101 Things I Love and 101 Things I Hate, I did it off the cuff. As such, there were gonna be some glaring ommissions. Well this post shall rectify this, as I've been adding to it periodically.
Glaring Ommissions: Things I Love
1) Poncey lager
2) Weekends away
3) Dressing up
4) Cuddly toys
5) Glasses nicked from pubs
6) Monkeys
Glaring Ommissions: Things I Hate
1) Big Mouth Billy Bass
2) Traffic Jams
3) Parallel Parking
4) Losing
5) The fact that you can't live in a capitalist society without being hypocritical
6) People being hypocritcal and not admitting it
7) People who won't admit they're wrong
8) Weddings, Funeral and other religious ceremonies
9) txt wrtng m8
10) Americanisms
So there you go.
Have fun,
M
Current mood: Still chirpy.
Current music: Still Sonne by Rammstein.
I remember the days when it took me less than ten minutes to get ready...
Over an hour into my getting ready rituals, I am taking a rest, but I'm not even halfway through! I'm such a fucking queen.
So far I have: showered, shampooed my hair, plucked my eyebrows, polished my shoes, trimmed my finernails and toenails, ummed and ahhed about whether to shave or keep the stubble (stayed with stubble), moisturised, and half-tidied the flat.
Things I still have to do: finish tidying my flat, do the washing up, clean my teeth/ floss/ mouth wash, decide what to wear, inflict seering pain on myself by using those alkaline spot pad things, pack my overnight bag to crash at a mate's flat, phone friends to sort out where and when, have a bit of a strut and pose infront of the mirror, fanny about convinced that I've forgotten something, and feed myself.
When I was at Uni, I was pretending to be straight. I didn't really care what I looked like, 'cos I wasn't ready to pull a guy, and pulling girls was good for the ego, but just continued to fuck with my head and convince me further of the homosexuality in me that I didn't want to admit to. Also, I was *so* unlikely to take someone back to my flat with me that it really didn't matter at all if it utterly minging.
These days, I want to pull the cute guys and I want to look good to improve my chances. So my preparation to go out time has increased tenfold. SO sad...
Fuck! I'm running late! I'd better get back to it.
Have fun,
M
Current mood: Ready to Rock!.
Current music: It's A Sin by The Pet Shop Boys.