Norwich and Back Part 1

Well, I survived hagfest, and it was a blast. I'd like to claim that my lack of productivity this week has been for recovery purposes, but I would be lying. In fact the night out before I even left for Norwich left me in a sorrier state then the actual party itself. For some stupid reason, Thursday night turned into quite a drinking session, so I was mildly hung over on Friday morning for my short flight (in a Canadian made dash 8) from Edinburgh to Norwich. Tom's car broke down on the way to get me from the airport, so I took a taxi to his house instead. Tom himself was not there, so after carefully weighing the pros and cons I walked two streets over to the nearest by pub for lunch and pint. Tom and company showed up in the English equivalent of a pick-up truck which they were using move all the stuff for the following day's party. A lack of seats led to me lying in the back of the truck bed, wearing a construction hard-hat while clutching some giant cardboard flowers.

After spending an exhausting few hours we retired to the same pub I had lunch in for a few more pints, then moved on to The Fat-Cat until the rest of the guests arrived. The Fat-Cat has 86 different kinds of Organic beer, plus 6 kinds of cider. At one point some one who had been giving me strange looks for a few minutes gathered up the courage to ask me if he had indeed seen me riding in the back of a truck with giant card board flowers, posing like a porn star.

End of part 1