Today, after a slow and slightly loopy day at school I finally managed to escape and head off to Oxford. Being the last day of this half term, my kids were rather excitable. I had two rolling around on the floor being idiots, and another decided it’d be fun to escape just before the end of school. Just what I need when I’m ready to escape for the weekend; half an hour of running around and writing bits of paper to chase up pointless silly incidents.
Anyway, eventually I had my car packed and was off to Doncaster station to collect Amy and two of our friends to trek off to Oxford for the yearly Llamasoft-flavoured forum meeting known as Retrovision. I won’t explain what a “retrovision” is, the website should be enough, as should this thread on our forum.
We arrived a tad later than the guesthouse people thought… err about 5 hours later, they thought we were arriving mid afternoon, not at seven PM. This meant there was no key and nobody to let us in. A quick phonecall to the owners and we were told our room number and that if we could find someone else from our group they could let us in and our room was open. This wasn’t so hard to do, the pub we were staying in (the rather good Folly Bridge Inn on Abingdon Road) being across the road, a whole thirty second walk away. Now to park the car…
Oxford doesn’t like cars that don’t belong to local people. This is fine in concept, since who does want hoardes of bloody tourists cluttering the streets with their cars, preventing you from parking yours outside your house. However, there needs to be more thought given to weekend visitors with bags, who are staying in guest houses - of which Oxford has hundreds. Really, I have a suitcase and two bags, how am I supposed to get that onto public transport easily? And the Park and Ride is great idea, but not if I can’t leave my car there for more than a day.
Fortunately I found the only free space in the pub’s carpark… and it’s mine for the whole weekend.
Friday nights at Retrovision are mostly test runs of everything - the games, the projectors, the pub’s ability to serve beer and food, and the thin-ness of the guesthouse walls. It appears that talking to each other pisses off people in other rooms. Well sorry, we’ll just use telepathy then!
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