The slouch started with an abortive run to a pub near the station – so we ended up milling around at the station, allegedly the site of the biscuit incident, for a while, awaiting the arrival of anyone unfortunate enough to have been trying to use the trains from Stanstead or beyond…they’d been replaced with buses.
Eventually we decided that everyone was too late if they weren’t here yet and headed off around the sights of Cambridge. First stop was the birthplace of Douglas Adams, now an old peoples home with no commemorative marking.
Next was a check on reality, which proved inconclusive, so we headed to Wetherspoons to see if they had a better answer. After a somewhat confused lunch the slouch performed some kind of weird four way split with shopping variously for support, suit, books and sweets. It is indeed dangerous to take Doug anywhere a sweetshop, luckily we managed to pry him away after purchasing only 4 kilos of sweets.
We paused briefly to watch Sarah watch Dave miss his bus, which culminated in an unexpected stepping in front of a cyclist nearly leading to a bus/car/cycle/pedestrian congruence.
Finally, once it was established that Dave had actually managed to catch the bus (albeit with a little more running than really necessary), we adjourned to the Midsummer Fair, which was looking a little sorrowful in the corner of Midsummer Common.
Then in the evening I left the party to head off to the Kruezdammer gig at the Man in the Moon, everyone else retired to play games back at Bar Hill.