gnimmel (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} gnimmel) wrote,@ 2006-11-30 21:09:00 |
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HOUSEWARMING - absolutely the final missive (probably)
It has not failed to escape my attention that some of you would like to know where we live, seeing as we've, um, invited you to our house on Saturday. See, what I neglected to mention is that our little gathering on the 2nd is intended for telepaths only[1].
...um, what I mean to say is Disorganised, me? and that you may find our address in the original entry here (friendslocked to my f'list) or here (friendslocked to Chris's f'list, or if you're on neither or not on LJ then email me (address in user info) and I'll (probably) tell you. The postcode is CB1 2LL for users of interweb mappingthingumbobs -- this only identifies which side of the road it's on, though. It's a straightforward and short walk from the train station and only a little longer from the bus station ('turn right and carry straight on' just about covers both). Coming by car is trickier: there are a couple of short-stay pay and display car parks nearby (one is at the beginning of Gwydir Street) but the local roads are strictly residents parking only and there are usually no spaces anyway. Saturday the second is also the date of the Mill Road Winter Fair, which may mean that in fact cars can't get into Gwydir Street anyway. So I'd give Mill Road a miss, park centrally or elsewhere, and walk in.
The intention is to begin the Beggar's Opera singthrough at about 2:30 (so maybe turning up from 2?) It will be rather disorganised. I suspect the Farce of Sodom will begin at around 9:00. We have some spare copies of both scripts but as yet no spare copies of the score (but there are pdfs online). It will be rather disorganised. In between at some point there will be some food (a large fish and a Rice Thing, we are thinking); as I don't know how many people there willl be I'm making no guarantees to feed everyone, but there are astonishing quantities of takeaway food available locally.
Bring things, if you want to bring things. Wear things, if you want to wear things. Etc.
[1] Actually, I can imagine few worse things than a room full of drunken telepaths - can we cancel?
It has not failed to escape my attention that some of you would like to know where we live, seeing as we've, um, invited you to our house on Saturday. See, what I neglected to mention is that our little gathering on the 2nd is intended for telepaths only[1].
...um, what I mean to say is Disorganised, me? and that you may find our address in the original entry here (friendslocked to my f'list) or here (friendslocked to Chris's f'list, or if you're on neither or not on LJ then email me (address in user info) and I'll (probably) tell you. The postcode is CB1 2LL for users of interweb mappingthingumbobs -- this only identifies which side of the road it's on, though. It's a straightforward and short walk from the train station and only a little longer from the bus station ('turn right and carry straight on' just about covers both). Coming by car is trickier: there are a couple of short-stay pay and display car parks nearby (one is at the beginning of Gwydir Street) but the local roads are strictly residents parking only and there are usually no spaces anyway. Saturday the second is also the date of the Mill Road Winter Fair, which may mean that in fact cars can't get into Gwydir Street anyway. So I'd give Mill Road a miss, park centrally or elsewhere, and walk in.
The intention is to begin the Beggar's Opera singthrough at about 2:30 (so maybe turning up from 2?) It will be rather disorganised. I suspect the Farce of Sodom will begin at around 9:00. We have some spare copies of both scripts but as yet no spare copies of the score (but there are pdfs online). It will be rather disorganised. In between at some point there will be some food (a large fish and a Rice Thing, we are thinking); as I don't know how many people there willl be I'm making no guarantees to feed everyone, but there are astonishing quantities of takeaway food available locally.
Bring things, if you want to bring things. Wear things, if you want to wear things. Etc.
[1] Actually, I can imagine few worse things than a room full of drunken telepaths - can we cancel?
