A2K LONDON MEET. photos at last.

I was surprised at the number of people that made it over from the States, but was disappointed to learn that Kicky, Gus and Slappy missed the train. Apparently Customs had asked Gus whether he had anything to declare, and he replied "Only the crack in my A*se", which I'm sure he regretted as they carried him off for a "special" search.
However, they have promised to meet us in the Pub later. I managed to get the members to pose for a group photo at the Station.






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We set off at a brisk pace, towards a Pub that was recommended by an associate of mine, Egbert (call me Lucy). He often uses this venue for a boys night out.
First of all, we had to negotiate Petticoat Lane, which was full of tourists, due to the May Bank Holiday.







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I've just realised....my camera is playing up at the mo, and sometimes takes monochrome photos, sometimes colour....I do apologise.


Now, where were we....oh yes, after about an hour of pushing, shoving and having various pockets picked, we arrived at our destination as recommended by (Lucy), in order to refresh ourselves with a welcoming Pint.





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.....and talk about a coincidence, some of the other group were there !!

First one to be recognised, was good old Mr McT., who sat in the corner reading a paper, enjoying a Pint of Guinness.





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.....Whilst over in another part of the Pub, Kitchen Pete and Steve were having a deep conversation with a Frenchman in glasses.










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Oh, my Gawd, ellpus. That was wonderful! Love it!

An unexpected bonus for us all was when Smorgs also arrived on the scene...........







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We settled down with a foaming Pint of Spitfire Ale and warmed ourselves by the big log fire in the corner. Kitchen Pete and Steve were still deep in conversation, but their French friend had wandered off and was seriously flirting with the barmaid. The barmaids granddaughter came out and told him off, but he started to flirt with her as well, until her Rugby playing husband arrived.
Just as the French guy started to flirt with him, KP and Steve got hold of an arm each, and dragged him back to his seat.

It was at this moment that someone shouted "Kicky....glad you made it".
I was bally relieved that someone pointed him out to me, as I would have never recognised him! Nothing like his avatar at all....just goes to show that anyone can be fooled on the internet.



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Our future President.

Great idea Spanky!

C.J., Why in the world do you call ellpus, Spanky?

Kicky pulled me over to one corner and quietly told me that he was concerned about Gus. Gus was feeling very nervous about travelling back to Europe, it was apparently something to do with a trial that he absconded at Nuremberg. He had loaded himself up with happy pills, had his yearly wash in order to disguise his appearance, and visited his town Barber for a beard trim. He was waiting outside, in a tranquilised state, awaiting the "all clear" from Kicky. I was also told that he required standing room in the Pub, as his brush with Customs Officers meant that he couldnt sit down for a while.
I assured Kicky that there were no Police present, apart from the ex Policewoman at the far end, but she was too busy being chatted up by the French guy to notice anything.
He bought Gus in, and I managed to obtain a rare photo. He doesnt normally grin.....just put it down to the Valium.





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Man, I wish I were there. You lot look like my kind a people.

(Wait a sec, I hang out with a similar looking crowd right here at home. You must fly over and join us for a pint and a nip, milord.)

While we were shuffling Gus over to a dark corner, away from prying eyes, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and a complete stranger said "Are you Lord Ellpus?"....now, whenever I hear these words I immediately think "Taxman", but there was something different about this chappie.
His mannerisms were not that of a Taxman, but there was something that made me quietly shudder, all the same.
I pulled myself up to my full height, held out my hands for the handcuffs that were sure to be clicked around my wrists and confirmed to him that I was indeed the very fellow, and that my cheque to him had been placed into a postbox this very morning.
"You dont know who I am, Do you?" He sniggered in his wierd nasal voice.
"Not a clue, old bean" I replied, "But your not a taxman, I can tell. You're smiling".
"I'll give you a clue" He said "How do you doo hoo"
" I doo hoo very well" I said "Pots coming in, and havent paid a penny in tax for sixteen years or so"
He then slapped me round the head, and told me it was another clue.
I told him that if he gave me any more clues like that I'd bally well put on my gloves and give him a damn good thrashing.
Kicky then stepped between us and said "Lord, meet Slappy,,,,Slappy, Lord" My god, all three of my favourite humour perverts in one room.
I looked around to attract Gus's attention, but he was busy trying to outflirt the French guy with a 280 lb polynesian lady.
I then remembered the camera, because I knew that everyone would want to know what the REAL Slappy looked like.








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Bloody good, old chap. Blimey, but you all seemed to have such a good time. I am making reservations for the next meet. Have a pint on me, bloke.

The 2nd instalment should arrive tomorrow.

Please feel free to chat among yourselves in the meantime. Popcorn, toffee apples and fizzy orange are available in the foyer, at a reasonable rip off price.

Accolades to Lord Ellpus, and please keep it up, as I'm sure you'll be glad to; this thread is a fine, even oddly delicate, counterpoint to Francis' elegant thread, which is also a keeper. Osso pulls hanky from her pocket to wipe away tears of pleasure. (Did I tell you I wiped my eye this morning with my just-finished-adding-chili peppers-to the frittata hand?)

My whole life I have considered myself to be the personification of the hetrosexual. I have left a trail of broken-hearted women in my wake. I've had women in every port of the world. But something happened at the London gathering. Lord Elpus discovered a chink in my armor -- he opened a portal to my feminine side. I'm so confused, I don't know what to do. Lord Elpus makes me feel so alive.

I'm battling these feelings right now. I'm gonna go drink some beer, watch some football, and chase some women. I have to get back to my normal self.

Last night's meeting with Lord Elpus has really shook me up.....

seems you even tried to shoot your brains out. but it healed rather well.

I would never have suspected you of pointing out flaws. I am very self-conscious about that hole in my head.

You let me down, dag. I thought we were friends.