From: MegaMole <PSmithALTO@countertenor.demon.co.uk> Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett Subject: [F] Maskerade Meet Report and Quote File Date: Sun, 17 Jan 1999 00:18:49 +0000 Message-ID: <F0B2PBApxSo2EwjP@countertenor.demon.co.uk> Present (in order of appearance and casting): This humble mole (alto), DMark, Peter (tenor), PThomas, Rand and his stealth bow-tie, An~ejo, Pocahontas^W Charissa (soprano I), Suzi (soprano II), Gid (oompah) and Walter Plinge^W^W Charissa's SO Piers. Afpmeet debut for Charissa and Piers. ====================================================================== Meet Report: We foregathered in the Moon Under Water on Charing Cross Road - a hard core of afpers had turned up by 4pm. The "pub"'s bizarre decor, with strange sea-blue and terracotta paintwork and a most irritating refusal to serve cabbage dakrys, invited some muttering. Next to arrive was An~ejo, in a newly bought seat cover^W^W evening dress (in which she looked rather fetching, BTW), who bore cccbs and Maya Gold. Without which no afpmeet is complete. It took rather longer for us to try DMark's reindeer droppings... Peter bemoaned a complete hard disk failure which necessitated hurried backups and an early departure for the meet. Stated reason: appointment with a geek in Cambridge. Pointing out that there were geeks and pgeeks aplenty at the meet cut no ice with Mr. Ellis. Later, Charissa (on crutches) and SO arrived. The poor dear had sprained both ankles; this did NOT prevent her and this mole ducking into a corner for some fervent music geeking (with assistance from Peter). Comments were made that one of the real ales looked and tasted like raspberry herbal tea. This mole quite liked it, actually. He liked it so much he burst into song... Whereupon Gid, fed up by the factory atmosphere and too many people, led us to the selfsame pub (The Angel) where the post-CJ Signing meet took place. A hungry PThomas and Rand decamped for a fish and chip supper. The rest of us supped the beer that Unca Gid had thoughtfully picked out. More beer was drunk, Charissa and An~ejo took more photographs (GIF! GIF!) and PThomas found more uses for a bag. Charissa revealed that she was responsible for introducing Pterrybooks into the wilds of Russia. Any takers for "Tsvet Magiki" or "Muzika Dushi"? An~ejo objected that Charissa was being too relevant. The topics changed back to the usual. Then we all went our separate ways, and tried once again to fight the beast which haunts London - namely, a half-closed Underground system. ====================================================================== Quote File: Peter: PThomas is just trying to imagine me in suspenders. Peter: (ob Ankh-Morpork Anthem and forthcoming arrangement of it by Jonathan) Four-part harmony _in_ Carol? Now that would be bizarre! An~ejo: Waitrose is the Organic Supermarket of the Year. Where else can you get cccbs and Maya Gold? Mole: Are you sure it's Or_gan_ic...? Peter: PThomas, do you want to plug and play? An~ejo: (ob bizarre pub decor) This is one of those pubs where you see characters from American sitcoms. Rand: (at 5:05 pm) What am I doing up this early? Peter: You do sheds? (ie. uk.rec.sheds) DMark: (blank look) Peter: Oh, so only in the mating season. An~ejo: I gave up on Doctor Who when they showed us how to make Daleks on Blue Peter... Mole: I'm sure you can use pickled cabbage for that. An~ejo: But a cabbage dakry is rather disgusting. Peter: (obLeo Breebaart) I hate short people too. (looking at An~ejo and realising his mistake) Except you, you're taller inside. Peter: (to An~ejo) Come back home and let me show you my (fruit)flies. An~ejo: He's scaring me! Peter: I'm just being a duck... Mole: Where's PThomas? Out cottaging? Peter: No, he's bungalowing. It's similar but lower. An~ejo: It's a bit big, isn't it? PThomas: There are straps... there are _always_ straps... Mole: (on seeing Gid and Suzi) - Ah, the AFP seal of meet approval has arrived! Suzi: Relevance at an afpmeet? *boggle* This is a first! An~ejo: (seeing just how much stuff Thomas keeps in his bag) Your bag is a Tardis! PThomas: I think I'll go to Old Compton St. and see what I can get for a quid fifty. Gid: Most of them, I think. Charissa: Oh, I see - castrati are countertenors with bits chopped off... Charissa: A lottery ticket vendor asked me for my ID the other day... Here endeth the quotefile. Those who have things to add, speak now or forever hold your /dev/null. ====================================================================== -- *MegaMole - The Official Enrico Basilica and Chairblob of AFPMadrigal* Afpfiance of Julia H (xxxxx), Carol, Vonnie^H Shiv and An~ejo (wibble) Molehill Digger, Nnith Thrid, Lord High Screecher of the Counterblasts The Molehill is at http://www.countertenor.demon.co.uk/molehill.html
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