It was Marc who said something like,
God! Belfast is simply hootching with scummers!
And there was me thinking that it was a classy sort of crowd compared to the types we see hanging around Cully's street corners.
But apparently Norn Iron is completely nasty when held up against the fair city of Cambridge. There is no punting on the Lagan, we all talk funny, there are too many spides and not enough dons and there are horrid hills everywhere. And to top the lot the ticket machines in Castle Court won't take Bank of England banknotes! Blatant racism.
But as Ed said it was a good day and even Mr Bolan was impressed with his complimentary Cadbury's Creme Egg.
Miss California attempted to humiliate Beowulf as is traditional but he bore it with dignity and patience. Not one trace of a trace of a salty tear. It was good to meet Cyberscribe at last. There were others too...good lads all. They may be turning up on the blogroll some day very soon.
Now here's a thing - Ed maintains that there has never been a famous personage, hero or celebrity come out of Randalstown! Does anyone know any different?