Fret not! For BOOJUM! Has Returned!

I Know 3 Exclamation Marks Is A Tad Excessive
     But it is rare for Conrad to miss a single blog, let alone two.  The situation obviously requires an explanation be made to my faithful readers (both of them).

The BOOJUM! fan club event was, it is fair to say, poorly attended

  Thursday, Friday, Logistics, Pub Quiz and Cakes
     For a start, we'll blame John.  It was to be John's last day on Friday and he invited Conrad to join a group drinking his health in the Beirkeller.
     "You're on!" replied Conrad, not wanting to blow his human cover, before wondering what "drinking" involved, and what you would find in a Keller full of Bier, apart from wet shoes.
     So.  This meant doing the Friday shop on Thursday, after getting home late thanks to being on the bus not the family murder-mobile.  Disaster!  Entire family decide to come along and make a party of it.  Conrad not happy.  We finally get home, Conrad ingests a pizza in 37 seconds whilst putting the shopping away, gets changed and manages to make it to the Pub Quiz on time.
     Cut to 11:30 when Conrad reels gets back in, and needs to get to bed immediately because he's doing an early shift the next day.
     So!  No BOOJUM! Thursday.

Hamster, 21, shocked at lack of BOOJUM!

Friday Night Out
     This night there was no Emma "Embarassme" Ryan to take photos and put them on Facebook for the mortification of Conrad.  No, instead our group convened in the Bierkeller where Conrad made the acquaintance of "Steins". Each of these holds a litre.  "Stein" is German for "Stone", because after a couple of these full of strong German ale, one is rendered stoned.  Matters with the female group members became a little, shall we say  "strained" when John perused his Kelly Brook* calendar goodbye present.

Kelly.  From the neck up and wearing clothes.  Sorry, lechers!

After several hours of quaffing drink, Conrad attempted to get the bus home.
     Unsuccessfully.  The 9:20 bus didn't bother to turn up.  Neither did the 10:20.  Clearly there was a bus-gobbling temporal anomaly on the 182 route, so Conrad hopped it to Oldham and got a taxi home - and wishes he'd asked the driver the name of the Indian fusion music CD that was playing.

Ha!  Take that, First Bus!

Consequently Conrad only gets in shortly before midnight and, having had a long day, the poor tired old man went to bed.
     So!  No blog Friday.

Saturday
     Surely, questioned the loyal membership, we can enjoy an extra-long blog post today?
     Don't count on it!  There's the newly-arrived books to read, and the ECW game simply must get beyond Move 2 today, plus I've not had any tea yet, and I have comics to read, as well as a stack of CD to listen to and DVDs to watch.
     Honestly, I do wish Planet Earth had time-stretching technology!


*Kelly Brook, lingerie model.  As a TV presenter she made one hell of a mannequin ...