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Going Solo
I thought this weekend would be busy - the Euro Food Fair, the Brogdale Cider Festival and the Broadstairs Food fair - but I figured I could one a day, although it was likely making going to see Scott Pilgrim vs the World and Tamara Drewe awkward. Then I realised the Broadstairs thing was later, and we had a natural Euro Fair Friday, Cider Festival Saturday (complete with bookshop raid) and movie Sunday, possibly both.
But then there's B. It would be good to go with someone else - sample more cider, compare and contrast, guard seats, conversation. And Sunday suits B. Not much of a problem, although it's a shame to miss the bookshop. But there's history.
In 2008 I'd planned to go on Saturday with B, but Sunday ended up more convenient, then not at all convenient as he had too much on. I forget now precisely why I didn't go on the Saturday in the end, but it seems to be that Wye market was on the Saturday, and that would be a prelude to a walk when I damaged my knee.
In 2009 I'd planned to go on Saturday with B, but Sunday suited him, and then he was busy ... but he could meet me in the pub afterwards.
So, he wouldn't me mess me around a third time, would he?
Friday, I went to the Euro Fair after finally writing a report, had a coffee, finished Gateway, weighed out dried fruit and left it to soak before heading for the pub.
Saturday I can make the cake, do some writing and see Scott Pilgrim.
Sunday, cider festival.
Simples. But he's busy Sunday, family day, although he can meet me at the Elephant afterwards. Oh, and I can ring him to say when I'm ready. The fuck I can, let's make a sodding arrangement and stick to it. If I say I'll be there, I'll be there.
Don't get me wrong - he's clearly a mate, he's transported stuff for me, bought bottled beers back from holidays, been a shoulder, given me lifts, put me up. But there's also been two movies we haven't been to see together. And it wasn't me that cancelled.
Of course, I could have gone back to going on Saturday, but then I wouldn't see him at all. And I had fruit soaking, and the film times may not have worked on a Sunday. Plus I'd invited someone to see the film with me, although in the end I had no answer.
I've texted someone else to go to the festival, but no answer.
I tell you, it's a whole lot easier to arrange things and go on my own. I had to find someone for Reginald Hunter as it clashed with an England match, and seeing Al Murray turned into a faff as Person A dropped out, then Person B forgot to book the evening off, then there were about four different plans for getting there. If it isn't any good, I don't get blamed, if I'm late getting there I've only myself to blame. Only last week I offered to get tickets for people for Richard Herring - as if I haven't learned.
But then there's B. It would be good to go with someone else - sample more cider, compare and contrast, guard seats, conversation. And Sunday suits B. Not much of a problem, although it's a shame to miss the bookshop. But there's history.
In 2008 I'd planned to go on Saturday with B, but Sunday ended up more convenient, then not at all convenient as he had too much on. I forget now precisely why I didn't go on the Saturday in the end, but it seems to be that Wye market was on the Saturday, and that would be a prelude to a walk when I damaged my knee.
In 2009 I'd planned to go on Saturday with B, but Sunday suited him, and then he was busy ... but he could meet me in the pub afterwards.
So, he wouldn't me mess me around a third time, would he?
Friday, I went to the Euro Fair after finally writing a report, had a coffee, finished Gateway, weighed out dried fruit and left it to soak before heading for the pub.
Saturday I can make the cake, do some writing and see Scott Pilgrim.
Sunday, cider festival.
Simples. But he's busy Sunday, family day, although he can meet me at the Elephant afterwards. Oh, and I can ring him to say when I'm ready. The fuck I can, let's make a sodding arrangement and stick to it. If I say I'll be there, I'll be there.
Don't get me wrong - he's clearly a mate, he's transported stuff for me, bought bottled beers back from holidays, been a shoulder, given me lifts, put me up. But there's also been two movies we haven't been to see together. And it wasn't me that cancelled.
Of course, I could have gone back to going on Saturday, but then I wouldn't see him at all. And I had fruit soaking, and the film times may not have worked on a Sunday. Plus I'd invited someone to see the film with me, although in the end I had no answer.
I've texted someone else to go to the festival, but no answer.
I tell you, it's a whole lot easier to arrange things and go on my own. I had to find someone for Reginald Hunter as it clashed with an England match, and seeing Al Murray turned into a faff as Person A dropped out, then Person B forgot to book the evening off, then there were about four different plans for getting there. If it isn't any good, I don't get blamed, if I'm late getting there I've only myself to blame. Only last week I offered to get tickets for people for Richard Herring - as if I haven't learned.