Well after taking two days to recover after The Critters (yep, I’m getting too old for this partying malarky), I thought it’d be a good idea to give a quick update on the antics of the night; as well as trying to help me piece the night back together again (I blame the White Russian that Martin bought me ).
The adventure started around half past four in the afternoon, myself and Andy boarded the train and headed towards the Big Smoke. Trust me, this is exciting because there hasn’t been a train station in Corby for about 50 years. Excitement over.
After an hours journey and making ghost noises as we went through tunnels (we didn’t really, but a part of me wanted to), we arrived in London. Now to find the hotel; which I wish we hadn’t!
We found ourselves staying at probably the worst Travelodge in existence; Travelodge Kings Cross Royal Scot. Remember that name, DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT STAY THERE…EVER!! We arrived at the hotel, checked in, walked into the room (a twin room, before anyone says anything ), quite literally walked into the room; the door was broken (no card necessary, just pushed it right open). WARNING: PICTURES OF ROOM TO FOLLOW.
Kettle and Mugs for…just hot water (another broken draw)
A mouldy window
And some wonky lights
Well, after the initial shock and figuring out how to lock the door. We made our way to The Critters at The Hospital Club in Covent Garden. It has to be said that we probably walked past the club a few times, until we noticed the building number, I might be visually impaired, but I’m sure the sign in the window said Tabitha’s. Anyhoo, we ventured inside and all the bad memories of the hotel disappeared.
What an amazing place (well done ubelly!). We all gathered upstairs (going through what I called the drinks corridor), one Stella for me thank you and had a quick scout about trying to put Tweeps to real faces.
My first brush with celebrity came when I met Sad Keanu , or was it Prince. I’ve no idea why he was so sad, he was accompanied by two lovely ladies (Alex and Sara), who managed to snap the picture of me with Keanu.
After a bit of mingling and chatting with PeteTheDev & Matt Ballantine, the awards ceremony began.
All votes were cast using smart phones and the brilliant app Screach, none of this paper ballot stuff, results of which can be found here. A huge congratulations to nominees and winners! All well deserved
It was then time (after a few more beers) to journey into the realm of the memetastic karaoke booth with Martin and sing Friday. I don’t have a copy of the video yet, but I have been informed that the “performance” is disturbing .
Again some great chats with Simon, Dees & Rob Hawkes. Really inspirational guys!
It was soon after that I had a temporary lapse of memory, due to the White Russian (not the several glasses of wine) I always forget that Vodka doesn’t agree with me. I have a vague recollection of singing Never gonna give you up (I assume there will be video evidence, I apologise in advance). It wasn’t long after this, that we decided to depart.
[INTENTIONAL MEMORY LOSS NOW…NOTHING HAPPENED AFTER WE LEFT THE CRITTERS]
My thanks have to go to the ubelly team for an amazing event and the invites, it was greatly appreciated. The event of the year for me so far. It was also great to finally put online faces to real faces, everyone I met was friendly, amazing and inspirational.
Let’s hope for another event like this next year!