Okay, I'm more or less lucid now. As much as I'll ever be.
I realise that in my last post I committed a cardinal sin of mentioning some names and not other. Better to mention none than miss some out.
There is a list of attendees here - non-exhaustive - at the moment it lacks Anna and Bobbie, Robin, Emma and Spengy
From there I spoke to Stuart Hydragenic; Adrian Sevitz; Ann Pixeldiva (I'm sorry, you got me at the drunk before sober stage); Cal Henderson (briefly); D Acerbia (briefly); Jackie Green Fairy; Julius Outwardly Normal (briefly); Karen and Pete Uborka (briefly); London Mark (briefly); Matt Webb Interconnected (briefly); Meg me(ish); Rich Wild FunJunkie; Stuart Autoblography (briefly); Tim Hall (briefly); Tim Ireland Bloggerheads - do read about South-West Trains; Tom Coates (I can't believe we were actually discussing the unmentionable, and it was very embarrassing when Meg joined the circle...); Tom Morris bbCity; Vaughan Wherever You Are (far too briefly); as well as the above-mentioned omittees, again far too briefly. And I am annoyed for missing Annie Mole from London Underground Blog.
It was too easy, and to enjoyable to stand by the bar. The people I was with were way too interesting. I think it's probably good form to circulate. But I'm not actually very good at social situations. I'm actually quite good at play-acting that I'm good at social situations. Not quite the same thing. I should have circulated.
Jackie is spot-on - there was a high hunk quotient there. Invidious and divisive to say which ones particularly attracted (in a purely aesthetic way, of course, you're all way too young or too married for me, and I'm not looking, anyway).
Thank you to the person (I forget whom!) who called me a token sex-symbol and stressed he meant token. Thank you to the person who told me I write too much. And sorry to everybody to whom I said "Do you want to see my scars?"
I'm also sorry for whinging and moaning about the price of drinks and the absence of cash machines - after arriving as the first 'chick', I made a dramatic exit to find money. It was good to have a dedicated venue, and I'm actually more irritated that the wine came in a thimble than it was four quid a throw. Oh, and thanks for the drinks people - they seemed to line themselves up on the bar and I don't have a clue where they came from. Thanks very much to Rich for organising it.
There are four photos on my camera. Three are blurred. *Sigh* I should have taken photos.
And, if I've missed you out, please slap me with a wet fish!
Certain absent bloggers were discussed, so don't worry. Again, invidious to mention names. But I'm sure you felt the love...
