Who would have thought it? Just bumped into the very lovely @Lizz and the even lovelier Lola while taking a stroll around the Harbour Festival in a surprisingly sunny Bristol.
Thankfully we managed to almost entirely avoid dreary conversations about diabetes, so I don’t think we breached Official Forum Meet protocol.
Was very nice to exchange brief hellos and even managed to sneak a quick stroke of Lola
Talk about weird. Oh yes, very weird. There must have been 500,000 people at the harbour festival at the very least, so for someone cheery to say – ‘hello, are you Liz?’ who I didn’t recognise at all (forgive me, but I thought you’d be more yellow) and then admit to being a fellow Shoot-upper… what are the chances?!
I am happy to report to everyone that Mike is much more normal and even a lot more good-looking than his icon suggests.
The festival was way more crowded than usual, probably as everyone who had been pent up for weeks because of the rain flowed down to the harbour to join in the fun.
It does beg the question though – who else recognises me because of my dog..
Cool! It’s only a proper ShootUp meet up though if one of you went hypo while the other was inexplicably high. That’s the true sign of a ShootUp meet up.
Well, I thought I was high. But very shortly afterwards it turns out I was low. I expect that was Mike’s fault. Does that count?
And we only has 34 seconds (so I’m told) to get low or high in. One can only do so much. Surely you aren’t going to hold us to this outdated and frankly unfair rule?
AS WEL AS it being a proper shock to the system finding out that Mike is pink.
Ok, can it be a proper meet-up now? Hmm, hmm, hmmm?
I’ll be in Bath this weekend, so we could do a meet up then! (Actually, we couldn’t – I’m fully booked all weekend – next time, next time).
If there’s interest in a Bristol meet up I’m happy to franchise out the Shoot Up brand (ha ha ha!) and help organise one, even if I can’t come in person.
Hurrah, it’s always nice to have confirmation that you people do really exist and aren’t just a series of strangely programmed robots, spamming our site from around the world.
Data’s bioplast sheeting was a tad clammily whiteish-green but I’m sure things have improved since then. It does seem strange that Mike recognised me so quickly and easily in a crowd. I am beginning to suspect, now you have mentioned the possibility, a CSI-like program that scanned the distance between my eyes and nose and chin and compared it to a computer program picture of my face and came up trumps.
So – looking back on it all, I’d have to say, I am not a robot (I’m pretty sure of this, but who can tell? In an Eastender-like episode next week I may open the front door to a sinister man in a black suit and mask who informs me of my genetically engineered background) but I am beginning to suspect that Mike could be.