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Somewhat to my relief, I feel OK this morning.

The past week has been a little bit hectic. There was the Marillion gig on Tuesday, which involved driving up to Norwich; this meant that, pretty much straight after getting out of work, I spent seven solid hours either driving or standing up, and ended up getting to bed late. Then the Carlton Arms had its own beer festival, causing me to drink alcohol two nights running (which I usually try not to do, but a Carlton beerfest struck me as an exceptional circumstance), and I suspect that didn't do wonders for my sleep. By Friday evening I was pretty much good for nothing except wandering around like a zombie going ‘uurgh’; so naturally I let myself get talked into helping lzz sort out her ailing computer, stayed at the Gallery nattering and went to bed late again, and the next day drove Gareth down to London (through some fairly horrifying traffic) for Vicky S's random gathering-in-the-garden, then drove back again in time to go to pjc50's party as well.

When I woke up on Sunday morning I felt so utterly shattered that I seriously wondered whether I still had lingering traces of last week's illness. However, a concentrated programme of doing very little indeed all day seemed to help matters; hosting the Doctor Who gathering was useful as well since it meant I didn't even have to make any effort to go to that. This morning I felt surprisingly OK, so I think I might have survived after all.

The Carlton beerfest was good though. I said a few weeks ago that in all respects other than the nice beer, the ‘real’ beer festival utterly sucked as a drinking venue; so, of course, on this basis the Carlton must be an absolutely ideal place to hold an alternative one. And it was good; admittedly in two visits I only found one beer I was particularly interested in continuing to drink, but that one was very nice so that was OK. (Entertainingly, mobbsy, sion_a and I all independently picked that one off the programme within about ten minutes of each other. Evidently its description was by far the nicest-sounding one on the sheet. And the beer wasn't bad either :-)

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Which beer was that, out of interest?

Fenland's "Sparkling Wit".

You will have to come over for dinner this weekend when Ben does, to say thank you for looking at the computer. Incidentally, I took it to WoC and the man put in a new fan for me and didn't even ask for money! But I gave him some anyway.

Goodness; I knew WoC were nice but that's nicer than I've ever seen them be. I know they've occasionally not charged me for things, but they know I'm a regular customer and I assumed they felt it was worth being nice to such people. Perhaps they also feel it's worth being nice to new people in the hope of them becoming regular customers. Or perhaps they're just naturally nice :-)

Which fan was it, then, in the end? I think my bets ended up on the CPU fan, though I was still a little undecided.

Dinner sounds nice, but when? What with the barbecue on Saturday and Whoo on Sunday, I thought I was already booked to be eating with Gallery-type people for the whole weekend :-)

I'm not sure - possibly Friday night? Verity is going to cook carbonara, but I thought it might be nice if we all did something since we will all benefit from the net connection. And especially since you looked at my computer for me.

It was indeed the CPU fan. He just put in a random old one that he happened to have lying around, because obviously the machine is pretty superannuated and doesn't have very standard modern parts.

Aha, yes; Friday pre-Wing would work sensibly. That sounds cool :-)