pmsumner

This weekend was fab. Thanks be for booking long weekends off in advance, eh? I got up ludicrously late on Friday, packed up my PC, some clothes and a few bits and bobs, and drove my lazy arse down the M8, along the A74(M), shot over the M6, down the M61 and along some minor roads all the way to Bolton (it's close enough...) - in 3 and a half hours, which I was suitably impressed by.

Friday was filled with relaxation (driving is too much hard work), LAN'ing, then not LAN'ing any longer when my computer decided it was going to give up the ghost, and died a death of horribleness. It was dismantled and then spent the majority of the weekend on the floor in pieces.

Saturday was pretty much the same, with spoddage and gaming and xpilot'ing and quaking and then shopping (going shopping on Easter Saturday was a BAAAAD idea - I normally enjoy wandering round a supermarket, but not when it's full of idiots). We (we being mainly Ruth) spent an awful lot of money on well, how else to put it? Junk food. Muffins, chocolates, jellies, biscuits, uhhhm, I think we managed to resist the cream cakes (I still think we should have bought a couple and just sat in the car and snarfled them). It was also filled with lambert playing "Army of Darkness" at me, which is just lots of fun. Makes me want to see the other films in the series, now.

Sunday, more of the same, but this time with added food, added Scruffy and Randalf (whose real names can not be remembered, argh!), much Jim and Jane-tasticness, added laziness and playstation-two, and perhaps a little of Phil-going-home-ness, only to have the last element of Phil-going-home-ness removed by three sets of hugs and a persuasive "well I don't REALLY need to organise that stuff on Monday, do I?" argument in my head. There was Pizza :) Then, the best of all - there was Scrabble. I haven't played Scrabble in years. John and I started playing at about 2am or some other idiotic time, and 2 games later went to bed. One all, I think we need to have a rematch.

Sunday was also the day of the miraculous rebirth. My computer started working again. Out of practicality to bring it home, I put it all back together again - and as a last hope, turned it on. It booted up! I have the risen one beneath my desk :) Died on Friday, arose on Sunday. I did wonder why it crashed every time I ran Quake though - until someone pointed out that I hadn't connected the processor fan. Ooops. Well I wasn't expecting it to work, so why bother?? When this was discovered and I got in there, the processor was so hot I couldn't touch it. Eeek. Damn Pentiums.

Monday was Strawbury Duck. I had the most fabulous Duck pate, and rosemary gravied Lamb which just fell off the bone. Delicious. Worth every penny. Then a walk round the Wayoh reservoir, and the drive home. Back home at 11:00-11:30pm or so, just where I really didn't want to be after having great people all weekend.