Back from Belfast
I'm now back from Belfast. Belfast was, erm, interesting. I had maybe 4 hours sleep over the weekend... The backstory is that I was helping organise a get-together event for LGBT students in USI affiliated universities. 200 of them.
So, we had a hostel with 200 gay students in it. (Plus a few random frightened Student Union people). That in itself was asking for trouble, really, but all things considered we had very little. Various workshops in the improbably huge Ulster University Jordanstown campus went well.
The first night we went out to a gay bar on Union Street, followed by going to a large club (Kremlin) owned by the same people. Both were presided over by a nice bouncer with a terribly impressive
moustache. The second night we just went to the nightclub. It has lots of Soviet propaganda reproductions all over it, for some reason. Music was very gay - not necessarily a bad thing.
The second night I accidentally got in free; I was dragging a wheelchair up the stairs at the time...
Neither night did I score, even though just about everyone else in our group did, yea, even unto the wobblebottoms. Yes,
fat people, in some cases even with thin people (before the angry comments flood in, my incredulity is is jest). Even though as Working Group I was worth 50 points in a perverse little game being played by some; where kissing an ordinary mortal was worth 10 points, and kissing Charlie, our lovely leader, was worth 500. *grumbles* Apparently, even 50 points in the pointless pervert-game couldn't cause people to overlook my
terrifying visage. Even the fat ugly people. Yes, I'm bitter. I think I may have to become a monk or something.
On the plus side, I had quite a lot of fun chatting to various fun people from college, whilst I was supposed to be doing stuff.
Train journey home was passed in solitary splendour, listening to music, reading a not-very-good book, and drinking coffee. Sometimes, I need to get away from people for a bit.
Sorry this wasn't up to the usual high standard you expect here (*listens for snickers, or indeed any
Master Foods product*); I'm sleepy. I will talk further on the subject later.