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December 8 2003, 17:12
This weekend I popped over to Northern Ireland for a weekend's silliness. Photos can be found here, or read the report.
The trip started on a wobbly note, with me realising at the airport that I'd left my passport at home. In an subtle blend of selflessness and sheer insanity, 
kensaro managed to drive me from Schiphol to Nieuwegein and back again in under an hour, finally turfing me out at the airport while he parked the car. Trying to check us both in with only a minute or two to spare, I ran to the desk and explained that my travelling companion was currently suffering from a 'spectacular bout of food poisoning' and that he'd be along momentarily. Kensaro soon arrived, gasping and sweaty browed from running. The poor flight attendant looked like he was going to have an aneurism. We didn't get any trouble over check-in times.
We eventually arrived at a little seafront B&B in Bangor, where we were jovially greeted by one of the owners. Leading us to our respective rooms, she was quick to point out the house rules - which included rather strongly 'No Women'. Since our group was entirely comprised of gay males, tongues were bitten* and glances exchanged - somehow this wasn't going to be a problem. After spending some time nosing around
ringtailed's rather cool console / gaming store (and his sister's skateboard shop**), we soon buried ourselves in a local pub. Predictably, we all ended up wasted on Guinness, meandering drunkenly around the harbour to the tune of 'Ye fookin' hippies!' from the local
shitbags
youths.
The main reason for our trip was to witness 'Bottom Live: Weapons Grade Y-Fronts', Ade Edmondson and Rik Mayall's (of 'The Young Ones' fame) desperately immature and moderately psychotic stage show. Immaturity being my raison d'etre, I nearly laughed myself incontinent. Then we got hammered again and played pool.
As we assembled for breakfast early in the morning, the owners of the B&B seemed concerned. One of our party apparently hadn't come back - the reason being that he was crammed into a single bed with his boyfriend in another room and had thus been assumed missing. What followed was poetry itself as seven screaming pansies flailed desperately in an attempt to explain how they must have been too hammered to realise there was a room each. jotun_neko (one of the pair) then appeared, prominently displaying a girl's plastic hair band and eyeshadow. Fortunately, our group's combined (straight) acting prowess meant we left in good stead, apparently convincing our hosts that we were indeed good, wholesome straight Dutch lads.
All in all, a cracking time. Thanks to ringtailed for organising a great trip!
* This being a small town, parading one's sexuality around wouldn't have been the brightest idea.
** Okay, so I caved again. I bought a Fracture skateboard in order to learn some tricks I can't yet manage on my Flowlab DCS.