When in Dom...

As previously mentioned, myself and U***e D****n participated in the Tilbury House IV, in Cologne, Darren having found himself with some unexpected time on his hands. I had misread the title of the IV so I was expecting the Pillsbury Doughboy so imagine my dissappointment when Darren corrected my misexpectancy. Though Derek did turn up to C.A. in the end. Not for the first time did we "do a Camilla"*. Still the competition was well run so I like to publicly congratulate the convenor Miss Nomer, I think that was her name.

I've always enjoyed speaking with Darren. His oratory, like his prose, is not the best, but I suppose it could be verse. Our debate on pornography was in many ways like a good porno: it was hot and sweaty, had 8 people, we felt dirty afterwards and we only did it because people were watching. (Hanging is too good for a man who makes puns; he should be drawn and quoted.)

Daz and I climbed the Kölner Dom on the Sunday. Which was nice.

The journey home was delayed because we were held up at Liege, due to trains on the line.


* the act of being royally screwed.