Seminal gathering at Hartshill on Wednesday night. Sue on No Problem moored adjacent to Chas on Moore2Life, and I turned up at 5pm and together we had the inaugural meeting of the waterways bloggers. I turned up in the chilly dark and knocked on Sue's door, announcing 'would you like to buy some life assurance'? I've had months to choose a witty false greeting, and that one wasn't even in my shortlist, but I still trotted it out.
Sue took me around to Moore2Life where I met Chas and Anne, and we had a half hour of convivial conversation. But meetings like this, apart from the initial greeting, are rarely recordable. When you are meeting someone and talking small for the first time, you don't really remember the conversation. Just the smiles and the bonhomie, and the little vignettes.
Vignettes like the Moore's young Jack Russell bitch Emily, ah yes, I remember her well (or was it Emma? Or Ermintrude?) snarling and growling with her little chewy toy, and later nestling in Sue's legs.
If I had an ounce of editorial nous, I'd have written it all up for that Canal Boat monthly column that I've never got around to writing.
Does this count as part of the cruising log?
Sorry, Chas, I'm terrible with names and I always forget to carry a notebook. (Suprising I'm still working in PR, really)
Still, at least I got the sex right!
Posted by: Andrew Denny | Saturday, 19 November 2005 at 09:07 PM
Just to put the record strait the Jack Russel is called Molly.
Posted by: Chas Moore | Saturday, 19 November 2005 at 08:57 PM