Aah, the undead. Gotta love ’em. I actually spent most of yesterday as one of their ranks after an epic ‘farewell to Porty’ party at the Espy to celebrate the sale of my flat. The original plan was to meet there, grab lunch and a few beers, then head on to the beach or for more pints at The Pond. Perhaps predictably we ended up in there a good deal longer, with myself and several partners in crime still there at chucking-out time.
Memory flash – vague recollections of being involved in a pub quiz and volunteering for a bubble-blowing bonus round:
“What’s your name then?” asked the compère, although he knew damn well as he’d worked with me for a few months.
“Erm, ok… And where do you come from Dirty Geoff?”
“Riiiight… Moving on…”
No idea where that came from, it just popped out…
Anyway, enough diversions. Just a quick post to link a cracking article about zombies, taking in everything from the recent blockbuster novel, ‘Pride And Prejudice And Zombies’, to zombie walks and real-life zombie research.