Thought I’d have a ‘day off’ on here today (rather yesterday now) as I’ve been doing some pretty serious writing and I didn’t really want to be distracted. Its not ‘normal’ writing when you can just write away as things come to you. It was ‘heavy’ in the sense that I was writing about my 1974 Old Bailey trial and there’s boxes of statements and transcripts to go through. Everything has to be accurate, even finicky things like times and dates. I hate doing it as it means concentration; and I don’t like having to concentrate on things which I don’t really want to remember. That said, its got to be done, so I’ll just carry on until the chapters are finished.
So, I was going to avoid getting mixed up with the Blog or replies today (sorry yesterday). Just a few quick checks to make sure everything was in order, and that was that.
At least, until I looked around 2 am this morning, and what do I see? That blasted shaving brush is back again! So I thought, ‘just leave it’. Then I thought, well it might make a short ‘amusing break’!
As usual, you can see that Cat is behind it – and when Cat’s behind anything, it doesn’t take Craig long to follow!
So allow me to get in between!
There were no ‘orgies’ when Gareth and myself went to stay at Barbara’s house in Yorkshire in April 2005. In fact, we had a good two or three days there visiting nearby haunted sites, including Robin Hoods Grave. Most of the time, my friend (and Barbara’s friend, Drew) transported us around.
His shaving brush was inadvertently left behind in Barbara’s bathroom. She found it on the shelf but ‘chucked it in the bin’ thinking it wasn’t required. (Actually it was, but I bought Gareth a new one so no problem there).
And that is it really. Or maybe not quite!
A year later in October on Barbara’s birthday, she again had some guests, Gareth being one of them. The house was apparently quite full and people stayed overnight, some in beds some on a sofa, others in chairs or wherever they could find space. Gareth had his own tent in the garden where he slept ALONE (at least I think!).
Then stories of the party got out (and by the way, I did not go that year but remained in London), Cat and others got to hear about it, and suddenly, lo and behold!. We have accusations of a full-blown orgy on the Yorkshire Moors!
Would that it were true. Otherwise do you think I would have remained in London?!?
For the moment,