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lupestripe) wrote2007-12-31 01:59 am
lupestripe) wrote2007-12-31 01:59 am
Scooby Dooby Dooby Dooby Quack Quack!
SHEFFIELD MEET - SATURDAY 29th DECEMBER
The final furmeet of the year saw us descend on Sheffield for some Christmas fun and shenanigans.
Wolfie and I are starting to gain a reputation for being late to meets but three and half hours is somewhat ridiculous. Okay, we slept in, it was one of those mornings where knackedness overtook the both of us. But thanks to all those who rang me asking where I was, I was really touched *hugs*. And it was great fun bombing down the M1 listening to Linkin Park. No, really it was :-)
I admit I had my reservations over the Old Queen's Head. Not only for the gay slaughtering connotations (no one's lopping the head off this old queen...) but also because I was partial to the continental lager they served in the Devonshire Cat. Thankfully on spying Kaltenberg and Warsteiner at the bar, all served by a friendly old lady in big glasses (who sadly wasn't interested in the Sheffield United v Crystal Palace football match that was ongoing in the bar), all fears were resolved. The clientelle in the bar were quite Yorkshire though...
We met up with Shiinsuh, Foxxtail and Tom at the bus station because we couldn't find the pub. "The other side of the bus station" - hmm, it confused us. Anyway we were greeted to being donked on the head by giant inflatable thingies. It was like a peverse version of Mallett's Mallet only in a bus station. And without the hideous pink tie-dye shirts and the endless re-runs of He-man after (although there was a fair share of manly campness later on).
I brought my fursuit with me but sadly it was a little too late to wear it. Cerebus and Ember looked mighty fine suiting around the confines of the asylum, I mean, delightful industrial style patio whilst mirth aplenty was had with the fuzzies.
It was great meeting Mikepaws again after being away in America for so long. It was also cool discussing a few interesting video ideas we have, which hopefully we will be performing in the New Year. I'll also wear the suit for you soon hun, promise :-)
I signed the Sheffield Scroll with eight lines of verbal poetic nonsense and settled down to Skooter's cookies and chatting. I was initially surrounded on the stairs with Badgerguy, Exiled Wolf, Spargue and Sil and I feared for my life. They may have pushed me and a rolling wuff is an unhappy wuff. Sadly they didn't although there was a scary number of paws being outstretched in my direction when the possible pushing position was identified.
It was also great meeting Cerebus, Blue, Kenno, Enteirah, Iffy, Starpaw, Fen-ra and many others, including Rupert who I met for the first time. He was cool and his drawings were top notch, I enjoyed looking at them immensely.
Many a relaxing pint was had in the confines of the rather cramped upstairs. Sadly, I also got sent to naughty corner for knocking down the Christmas decorations whilst trying to twat somebody with those giant inflatable things. Sorry guys, it was purely an accident :(
I also tried to fallate those giant things and I'm glad to say I could fit them in my mouth quite comfortably (and why doesn't LJ think fallate is an actual word?!). We also tried the quiz but we knew next to nothing yet still won. We got some rancid toffees that Kenno decided to beat up with a miniature hammer. I guess he wasn't the only one that was hammered at the meet then...
Afterwards some of us popped down to the Devonshire Cat to reminise on the good foreign beer times. Sadly I wasn't allowed to take my fursuit box inside so I had to leave it with the bouncers. Plenty of embarrassing questions were asked, which also related to my collar. "Who has your lead?" was one of them. I also had to do a television interviews outside whilst everyone was in the bar, on a football match I knew little about. Still, I was more concerned with finding a place where the chavs who were walking down the street couldn't be heard calling Jimmo a c**t.
Our next stop was the The Green Lion, which has since been rebranded as the Lions Lair. What this means nowadays is that it has a new sign and some slightly whiter lighting inside. It's like an alcoholic M&S. Here (in the pub, not M&S) Kenno, Wolfie, Spargue and I drank a few cocktails - including the fantastically named Harvey Wallbanger - which I just had to have because Harvey is the name of my fursuit. Sadly there was no wallbanging to be had though :-(
The drink itself was quite nice, which was unlike the next cocktail we had, which even the barman who sampled it, admitted to us was disgusting. Ah three commas in one sentence. It's like that Tresemme advert just with less vibrant hair. And I bet no one does ask him what that stylist users to make his clients' hair shiny and glossy.
I admit I had my reservations over the Old Queen's Head. Not only for the gay slaughtering connotations (no one's lopping the head off this old queen...) but also because I was partial to the continental lager they served in the Devonshire Cat. Thankfully on spying Kaltenberg and Warsteiner at the bar, all served by a friendly old lady in big glasses (who sadly wasn't interested in the Sheffield United v Crystal Palace football match that was ongoing in the bar), all fears were resolved. The clientelle in the bar were quite Yorkshire though...
We met up with Shiinsuh, Foxxtail and Tom at the bus station because we couldn't find the pub. "The other side of the bus station" - hmm, it confused us. Anyway we were greeted to being donked on the head by giant inflatable thingies. It was like a peverse version of Mallett's Mallet only in a bus station. And without the hideous pink tie-dye shirts and the endless re-runs of He-man after (although there was a fair share of manly campness later on).
I brought my fursuit with me but sadly it was a little too late to wear it. Cerebus and Ember looked mighty fine suiting around the confines of the asylum, I mean, delightful industrial style patio whilst mirth aplenty was had with the fuzzies.
It was great meeting Mikepaws again after being away in America for so long. It was also cool discussing a few interesting video ideas we have, which hopefully we will be performing in the New Year. I'll also wear the suit for you soon hun, promise :-)
I signed the Sheffield Scroll with eight lines of verbal poetic nonsense and settled down to Skooter's cookies and chatting. I was initially surrounded on the stairs with Badgerguy, Exiled Wolf, Spargue and Sil and I feared for my life. They may have pushed me and a rolling wuff is an unhappy wuff. Sadly they didn't although there was a scary number of paws being outstretched in my direction when the possible pushing position was identified.
It was also great meeting Cerebus, Blue, Kenno, Enteirah, Iffy, Starpaw, Fen-ra and many others, including Rupert who I met for the first time. He was cool and his drawings were top notch, I enjoyed looking at them immensely.
Many a relaxing pint was had in the confines of the rather cramped upstairs. Sadly, I also got sent to naughty corner for knocking down the Christmas decorations whilst trying to twat somebody with those giant inflatable things. Sorry guys, it was purely an accident :(
I also tried to fallate those giant things and I'm glad to say I could fit them in my mouth quite comfortably (and why doesn't LJ think fallate is an actual word?!). We also tried the quiz but we knew next to nothing yet still won. We got some rancid toffees that Kenno decided to beat up with a miniature hammer. I guess he wasn't the only one that was hammered at the meet then...
Afterwards some of us popped down to the Devonshire Cat to reminise on the good foreign beer times. Sadly I wasn't allowed to take my fursuit box inside so I had to leave it with the bouncers. Plenty of embarrassing questions were asked, which also related to my collar. "Who has your lead?" was one of them. I also had to do a television interviews outside whilst everyone was in the bar, on a football match I knew little about. Still, I was more concerned with finding a place where the chavs who were walking down the street couldn't be heard calling Jimmo a c**t.
Our next stop was the The Green Lion, which has since been rebranded as the Lions Lair. What this means nowadays is that it has a new sign and some slightly whiter lighting inside. It's like an alcoholic M&S. Here (in the pub, not M&S) Kenno, Wolfie, Spargue and I drank a few cocktails - including the fantastically named Harvey Wallbanger - which I just had to have because Harvey is the name of my fursuit. Sadly there was no wallbanging to be had though :-(
The drink itself was quite nice, which was unlike the next cocktail we had, which even the barman who sampled it, admitted to us was disgusting. Ah three commas in one sentence. It's like that Tresemme advert just with less vibrant hair. And I bet no one does ask him what that stylist users to make his clients' hair shiny and glossy.
After this we all went our separate ways, with Kenno, Wolfie and myself setting off to Funky's. For what happened from then, tune in next time...