This Is My Past...
Nov. 30th, 2003 08:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hantsbearWent to visit Les and Gill who these days live in deepest, darkest Wiltshire. Thirteen years ago, we shared a house in Aylesbury, but we'd been friends for a few years before then - at the time, we were all members of "The Sealed Knot", an English Civil War re-enactment society.
Anyways, I was visiting them as there was a re-enactors fair taking place in Coventry, another 2 hours drive north that Gill and I wanted to go to - Gill because she had some stuff to buy; me because I wanted to touch base with people I hadn't seen in a while. Of course, while I was in there, I had to text Russ (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rock_bear) that I was in a room full of hairy men. "Flirt hard" came the reply from Nottingham. At the end of the day, I guess I really only had one major attempt at flirting; someone I'd been aware of in the past, a guy called Dev, a musketeer in one of the Scottish regiments, who looks uncannily like a very blond version of Russ. Anyway, I bumped into a few people from the past, including Alan the Gribbley who is greyer and furrier than ever.
Back to deepest, darkest Wiltshire for dinner with some friends of Les and Gill, a couple of whom I knew from when I was in the Knot. Anyway, Les and one of the others proceeded to get rip-roaring drunk on red wine and port, while the rest of us watched on. The ubiquitous photo album from the past was produced and I was faced with pictures of myself from fourteen years ago and thinking "My god, I was skinny!!!" I've never been a great drinker and I sure as hell don't indulge in that macho "I can sink more than you" bullshit. Needless to say, there were a few sore heads the next day...!
Pottered around Sunday morning , then off to the pub for Sunday Lunch. It all seemed to pass too quickly and there was much catching up to do. Although I have a feeling that Les has difficulty with the happenings in my sexual liberation...!!! But when I walked through their front door on Friday night, it was as if very little time had passed by. And yet so much has changed...
Anyways, I was visiting them as there was a re-enactors fair taking place in Coventry, another 2 hours drive north that Gill and I wanted to go to - Gill because she had some stuff to buy; me because I wanted to touch base with people I hadn't seen in a while. Of course, while I was in there, I had to text Russ (
rock_bear) that I was in a room full of hairy men. "Flirt hard" came the reply from Nottingham. At the end of the day, I guess I really only had one major attempt at flirting; someone I'd been aware of in the past, a guy called Dev, a musketeer in one of the Scottish regiments, who looks uncannily like a very blond version of Russ. Anyway, I bumped into a few people from the past, including Alan the Gribbley who is greyer and furrier than ever.Back to deepest, darkest Wiltshire for dinner with some friends of Les and Gill, a couple of whom I knew from when I was in the Knot. Anyway, Les and one of the others proceeded to get rip-roaring drunk on red wine and port, while the rest of us watched on. The ubiquitous photo album from the past was produced and I was faced with pictures of myself from fourteen years ago and thinking "My god, I was skinny!!!" I've never been a great drinker and I sure as hell don't indulge in that macho "I can sink more than you" bullshit. Needless to say, there were a few sore heads the next day...!
Pottered around Sunday morning , then off to the pub for Sunday Lunch. It all seemed to pass too quickly and there was much catching up to do. Although I have a feeling that Les has difficulty with the happenings in my sexual liberation...!!! But when I walked through their front door on Friday night, it was as if very little time had passed by. And yet so much has changed...
