So, here we are in Oxford for the 2008 UK Kate Bush Fan Gathering.
The story so far...
I overslept this morning and didn’t wake until 9 am. This Meant I had a huge rush to get myself ready and get all my gear packed. Last night I went out for a meal to celebrate a friend’s birthday and was talking to another friend when I remembered that his brother now lives in Oxford, so I rang him first thing. Turns out, he is well up for it for coming to the gig on Saturday, and he has invited m
Just back from Oxford (Where I am staying is outside Oxford by quite a bit which is a bit of a bind to say the least – it's costing me a fortune in Taxis. By the way, it's hard to get taxis here, I phoned one to go, and the guy said he couldn't do it for half an hour. (When I phoned from the restaurant later, they said they couldn't do it at all – the restaurant staff got me one.)
When I got to the Indian Restaurant, it wasn't there – this after me ringing them first to check they had a sp
Rang up the taxi firm again and got a “that will be at least three quarters of an hour”. Fortunately, the nice stand-in landlord offered me a lift as he was going into town – to get something for my breakfast hopefully. J
Got into town and tried to find the tourist information office. Asked a couple of people who got me to the opposite end of town between them, actually, the first kid had given me the correct directions, then an older bloke sent me back where I had come form – only for m
There seemed to be a bit of confusion regarding the start time of our picnic, about half of the people turned up at one o'clock when it started, and the other half turned up at two o'clock. This presented some problems as the ones who were there on time wanted to get off and do some sight-seeing – or cheese tracking. The staff at the Vaults were brilliant and put out loads of tables joined together for us and we actually did get people together at about quarter past two to have a chat with Venus
Just sitting here, in the conservatory of my guesthouse post breakfast but whilst Anders takes a post breakfast nap. Last night was quool, met up with Mike, Connie, Syl, the Punki brothers, Chemode, Darkly Noon, Coops, and Monkey Man for a really good curry at Chutney’s. Chutney’s is a non-pretentious place, but the food is excellent and so is the service. Anders and I where second to arrive, Syl had beaten us, and as we had not met before I wasn’t sure who she was and plump
Just had breakfast – despite me choosing this place because they claimed to be able to cope with different diets, and, having emailed them to remind them that I am Vegan, the guy who is looking after the place had forgotten to get any soya or plant milk, and hadn’t got any veggie sausages either. So while he went out to get some soya milk he left me sitting there without any juice or coffee. He is the relief manager and he’s a really nice bloke actually – he’s a bit of a thesp and keeps bursti
25 July 2008
Matt's Zodiac Forecast, from Jonathan Cainer
Gifts and presents make a fine example. We want them to be pristine. If the box or the packaging is battered, we feel that it does not make an appropriate offering - even though we know that within moments of handing it over those bits of card and plastic will be consigned to the rubbish. We want the wrapping paper to look right too, yet it is the very first thing to be removed and discarded. This weekend, you must
OK, have to do a very brief blog entry today as we are short of time. I have posted just a few images to let you see what we've been up to. The tour was terrific but sweltering – ugh, I hate the sun – well, it hates me anyway. The lady guiding us had extensive knowledge of Phillip Pullman and his work and she took us to many places of interest. A few of us just couldn't stay the pace of two hours in the sun and by the time we got to the Magdalen Collage part of the tour only seven of us wanted t
So here we are Monday morning SWELTERINGLY hot, I am sitting in the foyer of Oxford station waiting for my train. I have been drinking water constantly since I woke but I am still feeling incredibly dehydrated as my clothes – supposedly made to cope with these kind of conditions are just plastered to me – nice! Everywhere around me, people are huffing and puffing whilst wearing the minimal amount possible. Mugins here however, has an enormous heavy case, a photo backpack that weighs a ton and