BoozedOut

by Tiger Marty

The day started well. I woke up for one thing, which is always a good sign.

I went to meet Raven at Paddington but was early and had a very nice sandwich. Then we went to the Corrib and had some beer.

I'd been lugging nat's DIY Convention Kit across London; Blue Peter would have been proud of her! When nat showed, we had more beer in preparation of the hefty construction job that was about to be undertaken in the function room upstairs. Fortunately, HappyDaiz and Olly (oh) turned up to help, and we had more beer. I got to wrap things up in foil, cut out foil stars, and help Olly stick Jaffa Cakes to the ceiling. I was beginning to wonder if I hadn't actually woken up at all at this point…

Things were pretty much sorted by 5.00, and I went down to the bar to usher in anyone who didn't know where to go.

And drink more beer.

I was joined by Woomble, Noodles and Raven, and others were starting to emerge also - mostly from the toilets, where they appeared wearing clothes that were not as normal as the ones that they entered in…

Upon request, I stopped holding court, trundled upstairs and got my groove on.

Well, replace "groove on" with "more beer" and we're getting there…

Meeting new people - bouncing around - checking downstairs for lost souls -being a Tiger of sorts I was happy. Ahhhhh…

Then I saw the door open and a fella cautiously entered the room who looked a bit like that Simon Pegg bloke. So I gave him a hug and said hi; he looked so lost, the poor lamb… After that there was a Jessica Stevenson lookalike! So I greeted her in the same sympathetic way. And would you believe it! - there was also a Nick Frost one, a Julia Deakin one and a lesser-spotted Edgar Wright... (The Edgar Wright lookalike was rubbish though, no beard. No commitment to authenticity. I let it go; I didn't want to ruin the party for anyone.) I chatted for a while with my new best friend, Edgar, as he and I embarked upon a devastatingly intellectual debate over the... whatever it was we were discussing. Then we progressed towards talking to other people and getting more drinkies.

The Quiz was done and dusted, the atmosphere was relaxed and blurry, everyone had a smile on his or her face. Either that or they were trying to focus…

Q&A arrived! YAY! But I sat down randomly and found myself right next to the famous people. I was too embarrassed to shift my ass, so I nodded and grinned like the monged-out Spaced nut I appeared to be. And in fact was.

Questions asked and answered, it was time to get more beer and say farewell to these television people. So i said byeeeeeeee, adding far more "e"s than were probably on sale outside that club I used to work at…

Simon said, "Bye, Tiger Marty!" and I grinned and waved, realising I was in the same place I was when he came in.

The door closed and I went to have me a beer.