Bloggerheads

Last night, I went to my first ever Blogmeet. It was organised by the unstoppable Kate Feld, held in the all-new Kestrel Suite of (A Place Called) Common and sponsored by Skiddle, whoever the hell they may be (although the free drinks were welcome, so we thank you). I had absolutely no idea what to expect in terms of how proceedings would pan out, but it was a bit like a coffee morning only in the evening and with more booze and less structure. That's no bad thing, although I felt something of a spare part until everyone started getting into the swing of things. Maybe that's why our hostess-with-the-mostest entices organisations in to pick up the bar tab in exchange for a quick plug. Damn fine idea.

Anyhooo, now I know what the score is, I might be more inclined to put my mingling head on next time. Still, I didn't do too bad and met quite a few new folks. I'm now happy to know who the fudge the not-so-cynical Ben is, rubbed shoulders with proper published author Elizabeth 'Fiction Bitch' Baines, provided paper and pen (I am pretty old-fashioned and still carry such tools with me) to the boys from Now Then Manc and had a chortle with Fat Roland (who, I notice, forgot me in his round-up of the great and the gathered - can I ever forgive him?). I also gladly caught up with Parklover, who I haven't seen in a while, and had a good chat with Totmac about his new blogging project, on which you can expect more here shortly. I got an update on the soon-to-be-launched Inside The M60, shared a quick hello with the newly-defunct-but-pondering-rebooting My Shitty 20s and sniffed Technical Fault's cider (no, that's not a euphemism). I was sad to miss a few people who'd said they were/might be going but then didn't, and I was sorry not to check in with some Twitter friends who I didn't talk to because I don't know what they look like in Real Life. Oh well, next meet-up!