UK CFC Meet '09 [fo' real this time]



Rik and Plot talk shop, and Rik shows him the correct method an Ancient Greek would solidify his bond with his comrades, while Eklektikos looks on and silently judges.
 
Rick explains his favoured niche Dutch porn while Plont envisages? Eklektikos looks on and silently judges.
 
I was a complete muppet and missed the last bus by 10 minutes, so I had to spend 12:00-6:50AM in Vicky :lol:
 
Urgh, Vicky is not the nicest place to spend the night!

We got the 1:08 train back from St Pancras and Rik spent the journey back warning a young man on his way to the airport for a trip to Morocco of all the dangers of backpacking in a foreign country.
 
I was as sick as a small hospital this morning but it was worth it.
 
Instead, I spent the weekend in first Hanmer Springs and then Kaikora. A 41°C natural spring to relax in followed by swimming with a pod of roughly 300 wild dolphins..not bad, ay?! ;)
 
Graat stuff everyone. I would have much preferred spending the afternoon and evening having a pint eith you rather than working with my mom and a estate liquidator at her storage.

I didn't see Ram in the pics. Did he make it out with the stroller? Mise and Davo looked like they didn't have the self induced flu like they had when I met them. :)

What were the topics of conversation? What were the beverages of choice? Did you play Mornington Crescent? Did you ask a Theologian?

More details, please.
 
Ram didn't make it unfortunately but did send us the name of the restuarants we had been to in the past so we could find them again - we went to the Indian one.

Topics were varied as usual and I think we had pretty much put the world to rights before we even left Starbucks. People started with a clearer head this year - even Eklektikos was nowhere near as hung over as in previous years! I think I was the only clear headed one at the end though.
 
Really, Rik and Noncon trying to chat up some French girls:



(you can only see Really's bum on the left there...)
 
Thank god noncon was there. Really was trying the blarney with schoolboy french, Rick came to his aid but struggled as after the action of his fifth pint he found the the english-french language switching problematic - double translation via thinking in dutch. Facing the gallic cold shoulder the boys were in trouble, looking only for a way to retreat with honour. Noncon stumbled over on a metaphorical white charger and, being half french, extracted the lads from the clutches of the jail-bait.

Noncon :salute:
 
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