Mirkwood banquet

[adaeze]

First, a huge thanks to all the organisers / caterers / decorators / tireless workers who made last night's Taruithorn banquet such a success.  I never cease to be amazed by the imagination and skill that goes into turning the hall into anywhere from the Halls of Mandos to Edoras.  The black butterflies on the wall, the cobweb maze and the spider pinata were particularly memorable, as were the cheesy-almondy bits.

Second, I want to record for posterity the conversation in which we all agreed how terrible it was the way modern electronic toys with fancy gizmos and bells and whistles were limiting children's play, when we were little we were expected to use our imaginations, mutter mutter mutter.  This debate was triggered by a small child putting a plain cardboard tube down on the table and announcing that it needed to be left to recharge.

And in my Cinderella-like dash for the penultimate train, I managed to leave my trousers behind.  Least said about that the better.

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[adaese.livejournal.com]

Not hugely adventurous - more a case of loosing track of the time, deciding to depart without changing, stuffing my RL clothes into my backpack in haste, and missing the trousers.

Finding myself late at night in Reading station, vaguely medieval-ish dress visible under my coat, and large numbers of rugby supporters also changing trains there, now that could have been an adventure. It's probably just as well they were all celebrating victory.