tenalpia Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Couldn't be more occupied than the lounge in the first hostel I was in, where as I came in, some lad was standing in his boxer shorts, crotch in front of a sat girl, and fondling himself. (no lie). I waited a little bit to see would he take it out, but no joy, so I headed to my room. Maybe that's what qualified as the free porn channel? the picture of you standing waiting... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Edda van Heefmstra Ruston Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Damn, I knew that was a better hostel! No, this time it was the guy who was seated, though shoes and other articles of clothing did form a nice pathway into the other room. Those involved were a little too distracted to notice I was there, though, so I turned around and walked back out. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
niamh Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 the picture of you standing waiting... Well, I'm naturally curious Ask aoife about my running commentary on saturday night in the dorm We didn't know it but Oxford must probably be the Sex Capital of the World. Whoda thunk. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Edda van Heefmstra Ruston Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Sunday: As I was hobbling around due to injuries sustained in the craziness of Saturday night, everyone decided to go back to the town centre for breakfast. I knew full well I wasn't going to make it there and back in time for the film, though, so I found a dodgy nice little patisserie just over the bridge from the hostel. In order to recover from their attempt at food and coffee, though, I still had to go to Coffee Republic and indulge in some sweet, sweet caffeine and oranges. That much coffee finally started sinking through the haze surrounding my head, so I started feeling vaguely human again. Unfortunately, because I wasn't at Sofi 2 I didn't get to say goodbye to niamh, who had had to head back off to the fairy ring. But fortunately, the cafe was directly across from the cinema entrance, so I could see exactly when it opened. The film started at 11, so of course it opened at 10:55. I ran - ish - across to collect the tickets. Perfect timing, as everyone else arrived just after I did. I handed out tickets, got back more sterling coins than I'll ever know what to do with, and sent everyone on their way in, as we all wished prod a safe trip home. Mel and Wert came in after what sounded like another horrid night at the B&B, so while there was some de-stressing through caffeine and nicotine going on, I left the last two tickets with them and started to find my own seat. I think just about the time I'd sat down, those two were joined by Sean and Nat, which meant that our Pirating party was complete. The movie was... long. And... cheesy. And... fun, I hope. We managed to escape some time after 2, and Malt was the next one to have to bid us all adieu. He made his way to the station, and the rest of us went across the street to O'Neills for some lunch. Perhaps a drink or two, too. We turned around pretty quickly, though, as the place was jammers. Aha! The 200% Irish pub! They served food all day, or so their sign said, and it was practically next to the hostel. Perfect! By "food" they meant "one of the five premade toasted sandwiches available", and "all day" meant "some time when you lot are not here". Still, a good few glares got things moving along somewhat, though I still think that is the slowest bar I've ever been in. (Don't worry, the barman hated us as much as we hated him.) Still, our money was good and their alcohol was... alcoholic, so we got along well enough. Plus, we had needle finally make it, so that makes any establishment a classier place! Some of the things learned: Even pigeons are after only one thing, but some of the lads were still impressed by the stamina shown. CD and TMT are secretly hobbits Someone is a numpty and prefers Orlando to Johnny Having a whip/kitty is a great way to deal with buying rounds, but results in an excess of alcohol being available at any one time Ballpoint pens really don't work well for writing on breasts Pod will dance of his own volition if you just let him stand for long enough Isis should bounce up and down more often we can frighten any staff/customers of any establishment, anytime, anywhere though we may try very hard, at least one discussion every day has to turn to the books/ boards and result in a cry of "oh my god, what a bunch of fucking nerds" from someone else in the group At some point we decided to shift the food-alcohol balance again, so we split up to find a few different places. Six of us headed to Las Iguanas Al Salam -- a thoroughly mediocre Lebanese place just across the bridge from the pub. Food was fine, but slightly overpriced, and nothing spectacular. So what else could we do? We finished up and went across the street to join everyone already hitting the 2-for-1 pitchers. We found that some had already headed away while we were eating, so again we missed out on saying goodbye. Still, we kept the chat and the alcohol flowing. Zak and needle made a timely exit, so despite hardly talking to either I did at least get to say hello and goodbye. We kept drinking until the horribly late hour of 10:30, when we had to send CD on her way as well. Luckily, the trains didn't want her, so they sent her back to us! We knew we had to save our swiftly-draining reserves for one last push on Monday, though, so we were all back in the hostel by midnight. I think. Monday: Most of us settled in for a nice long sleep, but we made sure to kick MS, CD, and Zollo out at obscene o'clock the next day. Ah, the joys of early-morning travel! The rest of us luxuriated under our nice warm duvets and tried to get a bit more sleep. At a much more reasonable hour of the morning, we moved our bags into the reception of the hostel, turned in our keys, and went out to the oldest coffee shop in Oxford/England/Europe (take your pick) to meet up with Mel and Wert. I believe someone saw Flip and john go by, but they did not stop in so we did not say a proper goodbye. Feeling mightily refreshed, I think it was Slick who had the brilliant idea of going up Queen's Lane to the Pitt Rivers Museum for one last dash of culture. Success! On the way, we did discover that the English Government is facilitating mysticism, though, by stopping traffic to allow Macedonian cavalcades through. (Sorry, squid, didn't see any limber ladies.) I forget why exactly the Macedonians were mystic, but they were. So there. Instead of old arty things, this was old dead things, and pilfered goods, and tons of weaponry. And "What I Would Take to the Afterlife" by children. I think my favourites were the submarine and octopus, age unknown, and a glass of nice beer by Andy age 36 1/2. However Mel and Wert did point out that a few children were quite resourceful, wanting to bring ships along. No need to pay Charon, that way! Despite it being a fairly small building, it's absolutely jammed with goodies, so we managed to spend a good couple of hours inside in the dry warmth. Bonus. Most of the men were macho and walked back to the hostel from the museum, but the women and the rest of the men were quite sensible and used the only two taxis in Oxford to get back. Drove by the Eagle and Child before we realised how close it had been to us then (and at the Ashmolean), so we never did get a chance to go inside. One final lunch at Las Iguanas (and some more of those 2-for-1 cocktails) before we had to finally call an end to the afternoon. I was the last one to collect my bag, and I think the owner was a little nervous that 1) there were still people following me and 2) we intended to hang out here for the rest of the day. "Honey, do you know when you're leaving? I don't mean this any kind of offensive way, but...." I reassured him I was the last of the group still around, and that I was just grabbing my bag, which made him smile (though he still watched me leave the building). I then proceeded to annoy the customers at the local Starbucks by having one cup of coffee over ... two hours? More? as I abused their wireless before heading to the bus station and bidding a final farewell to Oxford. (Passed the Port Mahon on the journey out of town, as well, and made a bit of a face at it. Bloody moving pub. ) I swear I heard a sigh of relief as I-as-last-BwBer left the town boundaries, too, but still, it was a good weekend. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Edda van Heefmstra Ruston Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Well, I'm naturally curious Ask aoife about my running commentary on saturday night in the dorm She tells you no lies. I had my head under covers for most of it and I could still imagine quite well what the lads looked like. And who was parading where, when, as she got more and more excited about it all. The kicker was TMT asking Zollo to slip him his banana, though, that got a peek even from me when Zollo actually reached for his.. ah.. fruit and came across the room. (Sadly we had no bananas left from the picnic, so I think all TMT got was a couple of oranges instead.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Filippa Eilhart Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Don't worry, the barman hated us as much as we hated him i thought he only hated me, and only becaused I dared ask what toast they have left after hearing a 5-minute list of what they don't have. Monday: ... I believe someone saw Flip and john go by someone must have been quite hang-over, cos we were up up north on Monday Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Edda van Heefmstra Ruston Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 That's what I'd thought, but I heard the comment and had to put it down. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
niamh Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Marvellous. I don't remember anything I said as a matter of fact ("I have keen eyes", anyone? ). What a bundle of fun I am. Uhoh, the Lebanese restaurant was put forward by me Glad I missed it then And only Zollo paid enough attention to notice I was leaving, so I said goodbye to nobody (flying dutchmen don't count). Maybe because I got welsh-sugarcoated on my way to England? Goodbyes annoy me anyway, and I get grumpy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Iceman of the North Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Nice reports, Eefa. On the way, we did discover that the English Government is facilitating mysticism, though, by stopping traffic to allow Macedonian cavalcades through. (Sorry, squid, didn't see any limber ladies.) I forget why exactly the Macedonians were mystic, but they were. So there. I didn't get a good look on the flag on the limo, but it looked more like the Flag of the Japanese Emperor than a Macedonian flag - a bit more mystic right? I did speculate on it being some lesser members of the imperial family, but when looking it up, only the Emerors flag was close. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Edda van Heefmstra Ruston Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Aha, yes, so it was. I thought it was this one. Damn mystics, changing nationalities every time you try to get a good look at them!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
niamh Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Were they the same ones masquerading as Saudis on the Saturday? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Iceman of the North Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 No that was an Irish delegation. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
niamh Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 No that was an Irish delegation. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Isis Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Sunday: Some of the things learned: Someone is a numpty and prefers Orlando to Johnny*glares* Aloof unobtainable elf princesses like a bit of elf. Obviously. (but no tongues though) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Edda van Heefmstra Ruston Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Aloof unobtainable elf princesses ... but is that you, or him? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Isis Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Both of us, hopefully. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ser Sean Posted May 30, 2007 Author Share Posted May 30, 2007 Completely forgot about the miserable cunt of a barman at the Irish pub. What a prick!!!! For those of you not present. Wh ne we were leaving he came down and announced "well, you certainly made yourselves comfortable, didn't you?" This is after we had just dropped about £250 in his shit hole of a pub!! CUNT!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Edda van Heefmstra Ruston Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Yeah, he won my everlasting devotion with the dirty looks when we tried ordering, and the 'I was really hoping for a quiet afternoon' comment. Charming! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
niamh Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 Tell me he wasn't irish. Oooooh I wish I'd been there eta: Sue the fuckers for false advertisement. 200% irish? not in anybody's wildest dreams. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MuthaHydra / Lord Jo Posted May 30, 2007 Share Posted May 30, 2007 My fave part was the look of fear on his face when I offered to help the miserable bastard out behind the bar . LAso amusing was , when returning for a nother ( i have no idea ) round he said - I can't believe you are still here , to which I replied - Is that a nice way of saying I wish you'd all fuck off ? He just gave me a wry look . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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