With my trusty long-range binoculars and range of cunning disguises, I popped over to London to spy on Sunday's FAP, just because I love gossiping about what ILXors have been up to.
The weather was wet, which everybody used as a crafty excuse to stay in the pub for longer. In summary: lots of people stood around in a circle chanting "Ommm". Matt MrArchel got very excited about Twelfth Night, but Archel could not remember any of it. Kate brought along a rather large dog - an Irish wolfhound called Cu Chulainn, even though it was female and not actually Irish - and Forest Pines tried to go on a date and an FAP at the same time.* Everybody said "Arrr! Pirates!" a lot, and went on a boat to try to feel nautical. Arrr.
* one of these things is not actually true.
― The Undercover FAP Stalker, Monday, 15 August 2005 06:38 (twenty years ago)