Saturday began with breakfast, which lasted for two and a half hours. The coffee kept coming, I had nowhere else to be, and the company (
Eventually I took myself upstairs to brush my teeth. When I emerged from my room, the Norwegians two doors down, who as far as I could gather had been drunk since they left Norway, invited me in for a drink. It was a quarter to twelve, but since they were still running on European time I felt it would be fine to accept a quadruple gin and Pepsi.
I was rescued from certain ruin by a text from
The next writing event on the programme was SilverFoxWolf's session on Creativity, which also got six takers. We were tasked with collaboratively coming up with a plot and characters:
SFW: What's the first word that comes into your head?
ME: Cat!
FOOZZZ: You're such a husky.
The point of the exercise, and it's a good one, is that your brain and the way it works are unique to you, so nobody need think they are unimaginative or incapable of coming up with ideas.
After this I passed time in the bar until
In tomorrow's (probably) concluding instalment: Hypnotism! Flash fiction! Cocktails! Cards Against Humanity! And I finally get to go swimming!