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Wednesday, August 26th, 2015 01:58 pm
Am home from Wales, having had a generally splendid time. I ran Call of Cthulhu and Advanced Dungeons and Dragons to some success. On the other hand, the players did not completely resolve either situation, and we will start next year’s games exactly where we left off this years, which will be interesting as I don’t think I’ve ever had to do that before.

Smokey was very pleased to see me back and has not been more than a foot from me since I arrived home. So I think we can say that she missed me.

No huge news, the post that was waiting for me when I got through the door was all boring stuff.
And it’s not long before I’m off again – I visit my old friend Melanie at her home in Sunderland in September. So the Smokey-cat won’t like that much.
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Thursday, August 23rd, 2012 03:59 pm
Well, I’m back from Wales, unharmed and unmelted from the rain. I actually only got rained on twice, and as the college had helpfully put us next to the coffee bar where we play our games, not for long on either occasion. So that was good.

I had a wonderful time on Friday and Saturday, and a slightly boring one on Sunday.

Friday we played TSR Battle System, a very strange system which involves moving bits of card about and rolling dice. The bits of card do represent something, but it’s hard to explain. For once, I was on the winning side as the ‘good’ side, played by G, decided to quit the field of battle partway through, discretion being the better part of valour and all that.

That didn’t take as long as it might have done – or has done in the past – so we moved on then to P’s AD&D campaign where we’re all “Saxons”. It’s a world he’s written himself, with approximately Saxon technology and attitudes. I think we haven’t yet got to grips properly with this as the background is very detailed, and we’ve all begged P for a ‘who’s who’ of the participants as it’s hard to keep track of when they’re all called things like Leofgar and Tirweald, Aethelred and Egwin.

Saturday I ran a Call of Cthulhu game. Not my campaign which I’m running for them outwith the Heromeet, but a second one for Heromeet alone. It’s a bought campaign, Fungi From Yuggoth. They didn’t get through as much of it as I’d hoped, but that does mean that I’m prepared for Heromeet CofC for the next two years at least.

Sunday was a bit dull as I couldn’t get into a game. All I did all day was play one round of a board game called Trans Europa, which was loosely about trains. That was enjoyable, but it should be easier to get in on something than it is. Asking about just didn’t work and it doesn’t help that I confuse people and ask the same person several times.

In future, I shall take along a second, probably AD&D, scenario and see if I can't scare up players of my own.

Travel was fine – trains up and back were on time and not to crowded. Pendolinos don’t smell any better, though.

Still looking

I’m still looking for a couple of players for my Call of Cthulhu games that I play at my place. Any takers welcome – must be willing to get to east London.

And now for some photos…click here for photos of Beaumaris castle and a duck )
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Friday, August 3rd, 2012 10:58 am
I knew the Central Line would go down at some stage during the Olympics, but why did it have to do it on the day I'm due to go into work? I started out earlier than I normally would and was still late. What a nightmare.
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Wednesday, July 25th, 2012 01:26 pm
London is a frustrating place to be right now. I met some friends for dinner and a catch-up yesterday and found that just getting from my workplace to the place we were meeting (three streets away) was an exercise in itself.

Firstly, all the buses running down Victoria Street and up Whitehall were delayed by who-knows-what event at Trafalgar Square, and then when I got off the bus in Whitehall I discovered that the reason the driver had let me off in the middle of the street rather than at a stop was because the bus stop I wanted was closed for the Olympics.

So was the crossing where I wanted to cross the road to the pub.* So I had to dodge between the traffic to get to the side of the road I needed, and if you know me, given my speed and level of surety of foot, 'dodging' isn't something I'm all that good at. Years ago, when I was a young, slimmer civil servant who didn't have knackered knees, I could dodge. Now, not so much.

Then when I came out of the pub later I noticed that sections of the road are blocked off so that people needing to use the bus have to walk out across the road to get on. Not what I'd prefer, frankly.

Luckily, I should be avoiding most of this, because I've arranged to work from home during much of the Olympics, only coming in to the office once a week. It does mean that any union related meetings will have to take place during the little time I'm physically in the Dull Grey Tower, but I hope that should be enough time. The rest I'll have to do by phone.

I wish everybody taking part in the Olympics well, I hope it keeps fine for them and I hope everyone who finds that sort of thing enjoyable enjoys it. But I wish it was happening somewhere else.

* Or rather, newly gentrified gastro-pub. The food is very good, don't get me wrong, but the prices are twice what they used to be when it was a dark and poky hole.

ETA: Scotland has announced that they're bringing in gay marriage in the face of whipped up objections from the usual suspects. Well done, Scotland.
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Wednesday, June 6th, 2012 07:53 pm
I am wet. I am cold. I am pissed off.

Tube suspended on Central Line: this happened and I got caught in the rain at Stratford as a result. I could so totally have lived without that. It also cost me £15 in cab fares, because the queue to get onto a bus was so phenomenal, I decided to skip it and get a cab instead.
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Tuesday, January 5th, 2010 07:37 pm
I was attending a meeting, called in December when obviously they didn't know that northern Britain was going to resemble Canada.

I had an exciting journey up, in which a passing train broke a window in our train and showered everyone in the carriage with glass and snow. This meant that our train was delayed as they obviously then had to go slowly. (This is the third time I've been on trains where windows have broken for one reason or another, and people wonder why I don't like to sit in the window seat.) It didn't get really snowy until north of Peterborough - the Arctic conditions around Doncaster came as something of a surprise, though possibly wouldn't have if I'd paid more attention to the news.

I arrived in Leeds, late, to discover that the meeting was called off. D'oh. The only two people who'd turned up were myself and another colleague who'd come from Inverness - he said the snow got really bad around Aviemore. Everyone else cried off, even the people who work in Leeds - proving that they had more sense than we did.

I ate a baguette in an accusing way, (bacon and brie if you were wondering), commiserated with my Scottish colleague, turned around and went back to Leeds station.

This is where I stood for two hours, in the freezing cold, while they cancelled trains to London. At last about three trains worth of people piled on to the one train which was going to run, and sat back in the relatively warm. That train crawled back to London, allowing us plenty of time to admire the pretty snow around Doncaster and Wakefield.

Now I've had tea and a delivery Chinese meal I'm feeling a bit more human.