Metal, hearts, and freezing parts.

HI honey, I'm home!

Its been a busy couple of weeks! I've had to cover some shifts at work so time has been limited for posting, for that I apologise. Also my beloved laptop is finally dying, which complicates matters, because the blogger mobile interface is teeny tiny for someone with poor vision. A new laptop is winging its way to me, so all shall be well by next weekend.

As you may or may not know, I LARP (live role play). For those of you not in the know, imagine lord of the rings crossed with a sort of free form cross country pantomime, and minor alcoholism, and you have the right idea, sort of. Anyway, I also build props as well as wandering about with a rubber spear. cue one of my favourite builds thus far. A human heart!

kali maaaaaaa, KALI MAAAAAA

Amazing what you can do with some pictures from google, a car sponge, some latex, and a lot of swearing. Sometimes I think I should have gone for film FX as a career. I hope my friends were grossed out. It was squishy.

The other recent highlight was HAMMERFEST. Our very good friend Mel won a bunch of tickets, including accommodation, and invited us along. Aaaaaaaaw yeah! We got to Pwllheli friday evening to be met with a whole bunch of diverse and (to the outside world) scary looking people, whilst booze flowed and thumping roaring heavy metal filled the air. In a massive act of rebellion we went to our chalet for a nice cup of tea and a sit down. Rock and roooooolllll!

We then went for a brief tootle, and a cuppa, and girded ourselves for the evening ahead. We were seeing the mighty SEPULTURA. As we waited in the loud, booz, and occasionally farty smelling venue, we entertained ourselves by singing along to very rude songs about people being diddled with anchors, and some tenacious D. It was like being a teen again. minus the hormones.

They were brutally tight, hypnotic and relentless. Absolutely brilliant. We left the venue buzzing with adrenaline, and then retired to the tiny chalet for beer and pizza. Time well spent.

Rooooots bloody roooooots!

A slightly(very) groggy saturday dawned, and it was back from the venue to work for the day. Not rock and roooooooolll! Man I was tired. The car got a bit of damage leaving the venue too, as they have spikey barrier things, and Ruths little car is very low. That wasn't the sort of grinding metal we were hoping for.

Work day over, cats fed and people showered, we headed back for round two, travelling through snow showers, to the coziness of our home base, now with extra drinking, and delicious enchiladas. Shopping and more heavy metal ensued. I got an alestorm hoodie, some ultra super damned awesome red newrock boots, and a horn tankard to placate my inner viking. I also got mild tinnitus from being musically slapped around by some death metal music. All shopped and musiced out, it was back to base to top up on beer.

Booooots, bloody booooots!

Sunday dawned late, and we all slouched about whilst Ruth gallantly fed us all. Bacon roooooooooooll!

It had snowed a fair bit over night, and as the rest of the crew were heading up north, we parted ways at lunch time. It was honestly one of the best weekends I've had in years, and reminded me there is more to life than work and sleep. Thank you Ruth, Mel, Mike, Craig, and Kelvin the brew master.

We headed home, and decided to divert via the mountains.

It really blew the cobwebs away as we looked at frozen waterfalls, and drifting snow sweeping across the valleys below us, the sounds of the world muffled beneath a white blanket. A magical way to end a magical weekend.

snow snow quick quick snow