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This could possibly have been my bestest Whitby ever. In fact, it was clear that I enjoyed myself immensely, as when I got home, I noticed that all my clothes smelled of happiness. At least, I assume that's what it was. It seemed the opposite of the Smell of Fear anyway, and it was very nice.

Thursday involved:

- Arriving, due to the inestimable driving skills of Mr

_vargr_. This particularly esteemed gentleman showed especial kindness in collecting us from (and returning us to) home, thus minimising the time spent lugging baggage.

-

nicky_j actually being there. You may now no longer refer to her as 'No-show Nicky' as many did indeed witness her presence. (You may continue to address her as 'Captain Nicky in charge of Pole Dancing', if you are an Attack Kitten.)

-

markeris' decision that

lee_chaos must only drink things that are orange. Ghastly mixages ensued.

- My own extreme drunkenness, which resulted in a little memory-loss, and hopefully not too much irritation.

Friday:

- Started with a pounding headache due to the aforementioned. Ow. Breakfast was followed closely by a second dose of Duvet.

- I headed out for lunch about 2ish, discovering that lunch was not in fact what I wanted. What I wanted was Fun!

-

sarah_mum soon provided Fun in the form of a Hello Kitty Fun Frother! Yay! She rocks! Many drinks were whisked.

- Fun clearly being the way forward, my associate Mr Chaos and myself went shopping for more of it, returning with the following: a window-crawling sticky octopus with flashing lights, a chromed soap-dispenser, a blue elephant watering can, a Britta water filter (can you guess what this was for?) and finally a small, smiling, orange starfish (Archie), who immediately became Mr Chaos' attorney. Archie must not, at all costs, be confused with the EVIL Starfish of April 2003, who is EVIL, and must not be consulted for legal advice.

- Back to the House of Chaos (and mignonnes) to begin the Bad Science with a lesson in Vodka filtration. I also at this juncture left Nicky in the dubious care of Mr Chaos and his lawyer, and made my way to the venue to set up the stall (aided by the again-Rocking

sarah_mum).

- My new soap-dispenser was duly filled with Brandy (you didn't think I was actually going to put soap in it, did you?!), the elephant with vodka and Red Bull, and further Joy commenced. Many people said I looked Ace. This is good.

- Saw half of Psychophile's set (due to stall duties), during which they grinned like bastards the entire time, just like their last Whitby show. This, of course, is contagious :-) and the audience Bounced on demand.

-

lucy_pointycat was convinced to join the Attack Kittens. That makes 6. I have just remembered the existence of the Subterfuge Division, which is particularly handy if you want to join an All Girl Combat Fucking Squad and don't actually like Combat Fucking.

- Voltaire deserves a mention for being extremely amusing and for making the Biggest Pile of Money I Have Ever Seen on his stall (which he heroically manned himself). At one point, the queue to even look at his stall meant that no-one could see ours.

Saturday's highlights included:

- The day starting with the notable absence of

nicky_j, who felt wrong and decided to go home. You are forthwith allowed to call her 'Now-you-see-her-now-you-don't Nicky'.

- More TOY shopping! Starting at the Bazaar and finding nothing of particular interest, it occurred to me that I had finally got my Whitby spending priorities straight. Spend money on FUN, not on clothes! (Disclaimer - clothes may still be purchased leading up to the event.) So, this time, we visited the Toymaster (tagline: Fear him and his Mechanical Minions!) and I acquired a glowing anemone (not sticky this time) and Lee scored his Bionicle hit.

- I also got me some Dinosaur top trumps to hand out to people - they all went this time, unlike the Trees from a previous year (NB they were not Top Trumps, but some other card game I was unsure how to play). The most apt of these was probably the Heterodon'tosaurus, which found a home with Craig.

- Finally, a tiny £10 black-and-white TV was acquired, so that

sexbat did not have to miss Dr Who when starting his DJ set. Unfortunately, it could not be persuaded to show him Dr Who, but it was the gesture that counted. If only the television's gesture had not been of that known as 'flicking the 'V's'.

- The Wrongest Idea We Have Ever Had (so far). Due to a drink that Lee was waving around on Thursday that tasted like Calpol (Dark Red! Not Orange! Bad Chaos!), we wondered what would happen if we mixed filtered Vodka and Calpol. There was much doubt as to the wisdom of this course of action, but in the name of BAD SCIENCE^TM it had to be tried. Anyway, Calpol is for really small children - how bad can it be?

This terrifying cocktail was installed in the soap dispenser, and thus was born the Wasp Factory Dispensing Chemists. This was a roaring success, despite its propensity to make the tongue go a bit numb. If anyone still wants to try it, there's lots left!

- Not many people seemed to want their drinks whisked, so eventually it was discovered that the anemone would fit very nicely on to the end of the whisking device, whence it span around merrily. Someone took pictures of this, which I would particularly like to see.

Sunday did not involve a great deal of anything besides a splendid repast with

markeris,

hirez,

girfan,

sarah_mum and

deathboy at Andersons Bistro. Yes, Scott did eat things. I saw him. I considered going to Laughton's, but given as how I am apathetic at the best of times, sadly I did not have the energy to cope with its hecticness.