01.04.08
Flotsam and jism
Or as the overly enthusiastic man on Monkey Ball would say “Fallout!”
Well my hasn’t this last week been an eye-opener?
The BJC is over and now the reflection starts and wistful memories are formed.
Most have a mixture of good memories and some bad stuff, you know the sort of thing, had a great time but hated the food or the muddy floor or whatever.
But 2 biggies have hit the proverbial fan.
First is some rather public bitching and biting between some of the orgs. I knew nothing about this at the time. There’s no reason I should have known. But apparently things hidden burst forth during the business meeting. This carried on into a web forum or 2. Never would have suspected a thing.
But what to think? Is it important? Perhaps. Those involved are top bods in the organising BJC and such world. Dissent in their ranks would make for a weaker team in total. I hope those who’ve taken it upon themselves to mediate can do the trick. Good luck.
Next was something I was present at but didn’t see.
There seems to have been a rather public fellating incident. A certain juggling trader appears to have had a better time at one of the Renegade shows than he had a right to expect. Hidden (barely) under one of the stands apparently; but half of one end of the opposite stands could see what was happening. As could Jay, our host for the night (and a good one at that).
Well this has thrown up people into a tizz.
There’s talk of banning him from future events. There’s concern that the girl involved looked rather too young to be involved in this matter. So there’s some concern.
It’s all hearsay to me, I didn’t see a thing beyond Jay’s face and the faces of those in that bit of stand that could see.
Oh dear oh dear.
And the only negative I had was a nicked pillow.
I lead a sheltered life.
Have fun.