On Saturday 10th June I caught the train to London in the early hours of the morning and travelled to the much-anticipated Bloggers Bash.
I bought a new dress, jewellery and even did my nails….
In typical Marje fashion I did some nutty things on route, starting with trying to get through the barriers with an invalid, outdated ticket. This gave me a mini case of palpitations until I realised that I had the correct ticket in my wallet! Thereafter, I had a sneaky feeling that something else would happen and it did. I jumped on the tube at St Pancras without checking what I was doing. Of course, this meant that I was now headed in the opposite direction to the way I should have been going, so I jumped off, gave myself a stern talking to and sorted myself out!
Phew…. thereafter it was easy peasy. Blogging pal, committee member Geoff’s instructions were great … Though, I didn’t hear any giggles to follow, so that was a bear faced, or in Geoff’s case, a pink beard face lie! Miraculously, I arrived at the hotel with time to spare.
Thereafter, it was a blast. So many faces, both new and not so new. Bloggers from far away, bloggers from London, bloggers from just about every neck of the woods. Have bloggers will travel.
It was fantastic, my third event. Here’s my impressions of the First, and Second Bloggers Bash.
A big thank you to the committee for organising this labour of love: Sacha, Geoff , Ali and Hugh.
I failed miserably at taking photos during the event – Bloggers Bashes do that to me – obviously I struggle to talk and take photos, but there are loads of photos on Facebook on the #bloggersbash page: Facebook: Bloggers Bash & ABBA Awards.
But I did take this one of Sherri, Sally, and Mary.
Can you believe it? Three years of bashes! This year’s bash felt grown up. It occurs to me that, in retrospect, the first bloggers bash reminded me of those first baby blogger steps into the unknown, the second bash involved toddling off confidently and now we’re all grown up and have progressed to an International Bloggers event! Very posh.
So, who knows what the fourth bash will bring? Exciting times ahead. I just hope they get proper name badges next time rather than those sticky labels that refuse to stick to your dress and travel up your arm, waltz around your skin and end up being worn as a bracelet.
If you haven’t been to a bash before and would like to come, here are several reasons why I think you should:
- You will learn a huge amount. At this event there were discussions about social media, Pinterest, and many blogging tips from the panel of experts: Suzie, Elena and Christoph.
- It’s fun.
- You’ll meet loads of like-minded people.
- It’s a great opportunity to network with other writers and authors.
- We are all introverts so we know what it’s like to come to your first event.
- You’ll feel welcome. Everyone is very friendly.
- There are cakes, (this has to be a good thing,) biscuits, tea and coffee, and alcohol too!
- You will find that there are hugs a plenty, from huggable Hugh who is our resident king of the hugs, but newsflash – Hugh may have competition. Our inspiring Shelley is huge on hugs. She gave me a real bear hug as I was leaving – it took my breath away.
After the talks and discussions I rewarded myself with a great big carrot cake cupcake – just one of Ritu’s delicious recipes which she brought along. It melted in my mouth – so delicious. I had a ‘wee’ drink but not too much, as I had a sneaky feeling that getting home inebriated would be a bad idea for someone who can’t even find their way whilst sober!
The lovely Ritu, and Willow accompanied me from the venue, until sadly we drifted off our separate ways home. I ended up on the slow train to Cambridge which stopped at every bl***dy stop. This meant that I had to walk about a mile to my bus stop from the train station in my (for me,) high heels, to catch the last bus to the back water I call home. Yes, our sad little village has a last bus home at 8.40pm, thereafter you have to wait until 10pm for the next one!
Guess who I saw on my way home ? My youngest riding towards me on her bike. So I asked her where she was going. Bad idea, I should have run, but in those heels, I had no chance. She had forgotten her keys so I ended up going back home with her and taking her out in my car. What a sucker, such a soft-hearted mother, that’s me. Luckily, I had only had one drink, so could drive!
The story doesn’t end there…
No, there were chips, and a very dodgy scampi supper to consume. I wish I hadn’t. The scampi oozed milky liquid which really didn’t look edible. Still, I survived, I have a tough old stomach that can consume such dubious delicacies with no ill effects.
And… In the short while I was away… a mere day, my hubby decided it would be a good idea to let my daughter have her first driving lesson. He let her reverse his car out of our very tricky driveway. Whatever possessed him? So, wonder of wonders she had a bit of an accident. He said ‘crashed,’ but I checked the damage and luckily it is a mere scratch! It could have been a lot worse!
So the moral of the story? Next time, I will be staying over in London so no one can find me, or assault my stomach with a chip supper or request that I lift them anywhere in my car, even if it means that my hubby does something crazy!
Sorry for that waffle, un-bloggers bash yarn. I thought it was funny and hoped you might do too!
Who did I chat to? Loads of folk… methinks they were… perhaps…
Ritu, Graeme, Noelle, Sherrie, Helen, Mary, Eloise, Jools, Steve, Sue, Ellen, Lance, Sally, Suzie, Icy, Matt, Susie, Adam, Ruth, Shelley, Jessica, Willow, Christoph Allie, Jo and the committee of course! If I’ve left anyone off, just give me a stern telling off next time you see me.
It was such a shame that Esther couldn’t make it this year as she was moving house that very day and of course there were many others who would have loved to have come but couldn’t join in the fun. They were sorely missed too.
But there is always another year, another opportunity.
The date has been set for next year’s bash so don’t forget to put it in your diary:
9th June 2018. It sounds a long way off but don’t believe it, before you know it I’ll be on a tube going the wrong way again.
Bye for now, much love,
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