We've been 3 time down to the Henley On Thames before little un came, like I say its where we got engaged as well The Cheshire one at Capesthorne Hall has been added now so its closer Ive done a few mad festivals in my 20's like Reading and Leeds and Download festivals and this is a lot more chilled out. Ive always thought 80's pop music was funny for the campness etc but its a good laugh. You see families with little kids and that (ours is still to young to go though) and its quite chilled with lots of dressing up, booze and drugs (if thats your thing) Seen Holly Johnson at the Henley one before and he was good. So were Village People, The Straights, Adam Ant! There have been some decent ones bar Rick Astley didnt like him. Cocky twat The acts are basically 80's band who need some more money Ive no idea where you're but think the Scotland and Henley ones are sold out but still tickets for the Cheshire one
22 Years today since I left old blighty! Would love to pick up and try a new country again... have wife/kids, so would be hard to move now. Like to try Australia next!
Moved with parents when I was 14. They still live here too- about 90mins from me- as a kid didn't really have too much of a choice of course, although it was a fun adventure for me at that age... something I'd definitely snatch the opportunity to take advantage of if I got to move to a new country/culture again. (don't dislike America, it's nice here... but ready for something new)
I actually had a look after you mentioned it at the weekend tbh mate. I don't do camping and the wife would think I'd lost the plot if I even suggested it! So I had a look at the 'glamping' and 'hotel' yurt options for the Northern one, but they wanted over £800 plus the cost of entry!
800? You could get a weekend ticket and sort a hotel yourself, get taxis to and from venue Anyway rough it up man! Camping is brill, whats up with you
That's just as bad and I wasn't happy with the situation at all. Nice hotel with a bar is the way to go.
It's not a bloody saga. I'd love to take credit for this, but it happened in my senior school a couple of years before I first went. The school got a new Welsh languages teacher (he was Welsh, he taught French and Spanish). These were the days when teachers were very authoritarian and still indulged in corporal punishment as frequently as possible. Anyway, his first class was a fifth form. He strode in, slammed his strap onto the desk and said (he was South Walian, so imagine this in luv's accent): " Right, you boys. I've 'urd all about you lot, giving people nick-names and everything, well I'm not 'aving it, see? No 'Taffy' or anything like that yure. My name is Mister Owen, and I want to be known as such" So, from then on he was known as Such. It stuck so well that even years down the line some new teachers would come along and think that was his real name. I'd like to think he saw the funny side of it, but if he did he never let us know.
You were right about that. One handful of popcorn, only, that one. Nice tale, though. Surely as a languages teacher, he would appreciate the bloody literal-mindedness of the jape? I know I would.
I like camping... real camping... We go camp at the beach once or twice a year. Great spot beautiful sandy beach- always quiet- frequently deserted (even when campsite is full- 30 ft away, the beach is often completely empty of people)- the island has one bridge leading to it- and no hotels or houses on the entire island... just the state park with the campsite. No lights allowed facing the beach at night because of nesting turtles... so the only light on the beach is the moonlight. Last time I went- couldn't sleep one night- so got up to take a walk on the beach and there were shooting-stars every 30 seconds or so. Didn't know it at the time- but it was the Perseid meteor shower peak time. Quite cool being the only one out on the beach in the middle of the night with shooting stars blazing like crazy! (saw more that night than the rest of my life combined).
Yes, but you can't go night-hiking through a palmetto forrest in your back garden- with no artificial light to block the stars in the sky.
I even padded it out a bit for you to make your trip to obtain provender more worthwhile. It's only a slight tale, but it was so ironic that the only one ever to insist on not having a nickname ended up with the most enduring one. Also, with most teachers in those days being so priggish, and he being so more than most, a laugh at his expense was even sweeter. Don't bandy words with a class of 16 year old grammar school Scousers.
