Hello! It’s a very tired, but happy, Claire who is typing this. I have had a manic few days, but in the nicest possible way…
It started on Friday. Many of you know that I’m a Joinee. Joinees are people who are part of a collective / movement / cult / whatever that’s committed to performing weekly RAoKs (Random Acts of Kindness). We also get together every few months of so for ‘Join Meets’ where we raise money for charity, give out sweeties and stuff, hug people, etc… I could explain this better were I not so pooped, but if you want more info then do clicky on to http://www.join-me.co.uk/ for full details.
Anyhow, one of the Join Meets is the catchily titled Good Good Friday and Bad Bad Saturday (GGF/BBS), which took place this weekend. Which is why I sped up to Nottingham in my wee car, with sweets aplenty. GGF involved giving lots of mini eggs to youths and OAPs and other shoppers in Nottingham city centre, then a charity raffle and pub banter, then lots and lots of chat (Joinees are pretty much universally awesome, so I love hanging out with them). At 11.30 I was pooped so said I was going to hit the hay…only to change my mind and join many of the rest of the gang at a really amazingly trashy nightclub. Such fun! Dancing and photos and helping Vic split up a fight which kicked off due to MC Hammer dancing. Then I went back to Siobhan and Jo’s hotel room and we had girly gossip until a little after 4…this seemed like a great idea until I awoke at 6 and couldn’t get back to sleep!
So BBS dawned and I strolled across town. Because I had to get ready for the main event of the day – the famed North versus South football match. I had some problem committing to a team due to my mongreldom, but eventually plumped for the North…who won 4-1! Both teams played really well in Baltic conditions, and even more money was raised for good causes. My friend Phil scored two of those goals – one of which was a blinder! Then back to the pub, and on to the restaurant, where I had awesome chat with some lovely new folk (who help arrange Loverpool, another Join Meet, that I’m hugely excited about) and the always lovely Katie and Dan/Wilf. We had chat about many things, including the phenomenon of ‘money notes’ in powerballads (like a money shot, but musical). Dan/Wilf then proved himself to be potentially the nicest boy ever by accompanying me on a Claire mission to find stuff. In my wee car (Dan/Wilf is 6’5″!). Around Nottingham’s insane one-way system. And then we went on a giant Ferris Wheel! I love Dan/Wilf, he didn’t even laugh (too much) at my slight vertigo. Then back to the others for more pub and chat and hugs. Then back to another hotel, and Tigger (she is AWESOME) and I sat up till late talking about boys and life and sex and music. Such fun! But unfortunately we discovered that in one situation, I’m a fool. D’oh. Need to fix this.
Sunday dawned and the remaining Joinees reconvened for chat and breakfast. Finally at 2 I tore myself away and set off further north, bound for Edinburgh. Six hours later I arrived at Jenna’s, and we promptly headed into town with her flatmate Rich to watch a gig. The people playing were friends of Jenna and they were really good (clicky to www.myspace.com/8trackstereo for a wee listen). So was the Merlot. Comedy also ensued when I discovered I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, so proceeded to eat the bagel Tigs had giving me. In a chic bar venue in Edinburgh…. Then back to Jenna’s, chat and chips and fun. Then bed.
Today Jenna and I chatted more, and then I set off again – this time to St Andrew’s for lunch with Henry. Henry is one of the loveliest boys ever and one of my best friends, and as he’s jetting off overseas to pursue a fabulous career, this was one of my last chances to see him for a while. We had top fun and conversation. He’s going to be a huge success over in Bahrain, but by God I’ll miss him. Then I set off on the final 180 mile leg of my journey, through the windswept and snowcapped Highlands. Breathtaking. And the last 30 miles on snow-covered hilly B roads were hilarious.
And now I’m home. And warm. And sleepy. And sat contemplating a weekend of fun, good chats, and a bit of a revelation (which I’m trying to sort out in my head. It’s potentially a good thing, maybe even a brilliant thing, but it’s sideswiped me a wee bit). And looking forward to some real Scottish fun. It’s so lovely to be home. But now, it’s time to rest.
Love, as always,