Part 2
(Disclaimer: Just a warning, this is the second time of writing this. If you find this not as entertaining as you want it to be then just rest assured that the original post was side-splittingly hilarious. If you find this already side splittingly hilarious, then the first one was dull in comparison)

ON entering th restaurant we were greeted by a whole hosts of...er...hosts. Znethru, The Marvo family, Meno, MKFunky and TobsTV. Tobs immediately jumped up saying "I know you, I've read your blog"
After some general introductory chat, where some important questions were answered, like "What made you blog" and "How was your Journey" and "What did happen to MKFunky's nails" and "What does have two legs and bleeds?" we got down to doing the important stuff, namely ordering the booze food. It was difficult to decide what to have as a started until Tobs asked "Anyone fancy sharing some raw meat?" I was up for that although I believe that Mk might have felt differently, judging by the subtle shade of green she turned and the subtle shouts of "Eeuurgh! Raw Meat!" (Which kind of gave it away)
The raw meat was nice, as was my main course... a seafood risotto. The mussels and clams were nice although I was surprised to find a couple of baby squid type things, fully formed, complete with tentacles and suckers and a face. I swear it was like eating the cast of The Little Mermaid. I am sure I felt one of the little buggers wrestle my tongue like some kind of Mini Kraken. Once again, I don't think that MK was entirely thrilled by the contents of my dinner plate, whereas the contents of her dinner plate was enought to feed an army! That Pasty thing was HUUUGE!
For afters I really wanted a Loony tunes ice cream, but Faffa wouldn't let me And even though MK tried to get me to order one using the power of her second toe, I managed to resist, even thought the size of my own second toe should have made me so much more submissive!
After dinner I had to leave early, unfortunately I had a train to catch!
But to all of you, thanks for a lovely evening
For Meno, nice to meet you. I hope you manage to survive the rest of the week
For the Marvoe family, I'm sory I didn't get to speak too much to you. I hope you don;t think I was being rude.
For Znethru, nice to meet you. So it really was half a cat!
For Faffa. I knew we'd get on. Hope you did't end up giggling inanely too much
For Tobs. Nice to meet you mate. And If I ever see a pupil doing what you were doing under the table, I will NOT be checking for a mobile phone!
And For MK. Just two words... RAW MEAT!

Thanks everyone!

Damn I wrote a whole long post and I've gone and lost the lot. Why does that happen

Last night I did something that last year I wouldn't have dreamed I would do. I went to a blog meet. But at the beginning of this year I made a new years resolution- to experience more new things (this was as a response to a really crap 2006, but you all know about that). This meet had been approaching quite quickly over the past few weeks, and excitement had been building. What is everyone going to be like? Will they like me? Am I going to end up in the corner and sit quietly which can happen when I am nervous? Is everyone going to be how I expect? Is it really some kind of weird internet cult that has been grooming me for sex? (If so, they are soo going to be disappointed) and most importantly... what would I wear? After trying on several outfits-my black suit, my blue suit, my superman suit, my birthday suit... I went for a boring suit and tie jobby.
Yesterday arrived and I caught the 2:55 train to Charing Cross. It got in at 4:30 which would leave me 30 mins to ride the Northern line to Edgware, where the delightful Faffa would be waiting for me. At least that's what I thought. Damn that Northern line is long! and it took ages to get there. 5:20 I got into the station. Thankfully Faffa was still there waiting for me. Even though I didn't really know who I was looking for, it was easy to spot Faffa- she was the only other person in the station who looked like they hadn't got a clue who they were looking for.
We walked together to the restaurant, where I was to meet everyone for the first time. What will they be like? Will we get on? Will anyone recognise me? Will anyone admit to actually reading my blog? and most importantly of all..... What will I wear?

I have fifteen minutes bafore I have to head out to my 'visit' school. I have just come back from the doctors where a nurse (who I am sure was a matron from the fifties) gouged my arm with a needle and I felt a small prick. I have to have blood tests regularly, but I still don't get used to needles. I always have to look away. And I said this to the nurse.
"I can never look"
"It's a good job I was looking though" she replied in an attempt at humour. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself making a 'little prick' joke.
However when it comes to looking, the whole 'looking' theme seemed to go awry when it came to putting the plaster on. You know those little circular plasters with the pad in the middle... well the pad is supposed to go over the hole! It's not hard to miss, its the bit with blood coming out of it! But no. She just slapped the plaster on and the pad totally missed the bloody bit and she ended up sticking the outside sticky bit over the wound! Not looking forward to ripping that off!

Anyway, must go. I have some information to invent collect

I am going to get ready for my doctor's appointment in a minute. I am sitting here watching last night's Strictly Come Dancing. These people are good! They always look like they have so much fun- especially in the group dance. It always makes me want to get my dancing shoes back on. But someone had to go..... Bye Bye Barnes
AS for last night, I haven't blogged about it yet and I will do a fuller post later, but you can read some accounts from FaffaJane and MKFunky and some pics from Znethru. Thanks for an enjoyable evening guys