Time: Saturday 8th December, 3 until whenever.
Venue: The Betsey Trotwood, Farringdon Road, London. Ground Floor.
Agenda: FUN AND GAMES in the afternoon! THE ILE AWARDS in the evening!
You Must Bring: an ILE award! An award-of-awards for the best one. These should be very CHEAP!
Food: We will be going to the LAHORE once the awards have got given out.
Sounds: um...the Betsey has a jukebox.
― Tom, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Alan Trewartha, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nick, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthony, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sarah, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Charades is another good Xmassy game. So long as no one does Jaws.
― Emma, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I don't like round-the-table soup because I am so bad at it.
There is a joker you can play if you run out, bit you are only allowed it once. You make a soup or cheese up and when challenged you go "Yes, it is real, I had it for dinner last night".
― Pete, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
HA I laff at the advert for Cheddar when FRANCE hacks their website arf arf.
― Menelaus Darcy, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mark C, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Quietly and without fuss, the stars were going out…
― mark s, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Saturday, 8 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― katie, Saturday, 8 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― carsmilesteve, Saturday, 8 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nick, Saturday, 8 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ronan, Saturday, 8 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Saturday, 8 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I HATE THIS TOWN. Any Royalists reading: if you feel like doing anything right then at least blow the WHOLE DAMN THING up next time. Thanks. xxx
Oh, and obviously it was an absolutely feeble excuse for a fair, there weren't any stalls or rides or flashing lights or candyfloss vans or anything, just some Sealed Knot types wandering round in uniform not actually doing much, a man dressed as Santa, and some carols. So I got mildly drunk, eyed up the Sealed Knot members in the pub, remembered that they were probably all Levellers and New Model Army fans (but still, buff coats + muskets + feathery hats = rowr!), stared at someone I thought I knew but didn't quite dare to say hello to, bought the NME because I was that bored, and went home again. I then managed to read the NME from cover to cover without actually noticing, so it must have been a long and exciting read. Whee.
I hope you guys had fun, anyway.
― Rebecca, Saturday, 8 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)