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Next up, tea with the stars *g*. We were arranged in tables of eight, choice of tea or coffee, and a plate of cakes on the table. Very Brit *g* - cherry cake, chocolate cake and a lovely bit of madeira :-) At each place on the table was a little box with a glass/cup identifier in it, a beaded ring of wire with a charm attached. Mine was a little book :-)

sazzle_02 got a miniature can of coke that now resides on her hoop earring *g*

It was a long wait for the two of them to get to our table, but we really couldn't grudge it. They were meticulous about spending time chatting and very intent on giving value for money. All in all, we had plenty of time for smoke breaks *g*. Still, eventually the great moment came, and they arrived at our table. Crikey moses, even closer this time :-D They started the ball rolling with asking folks where they had come from. It came round to me and I said, 'Scotland - Edinburgh.' And then proceeded to have an actual *conversation* with himself about motorways in the north LOL. He asked how long it would take to get there and I said about six and a half hours, more or less, it was only about 350 miles away (which may or may not be accurate - I'm an idiot when it comes to a) distance and b) directions *g*), but that the journey was pretty slow going through the border country because of the roads - meaning that the motorways run out. He asked, 'You guys have freeways, right?' Well yes, actually, darling - we're really *quite* civilised up here *g*. Just not motorways in the borders because there's hardly a bit of flat, non marshy land between Berwick and Edinburgh *g*. So he was treated to a description of the Moffat road, complete with hand movements *g*. But then I told him we'd flown, and he asked where was the nearest to fly to. Bristol, obviously, but we'd come in at Birmingham so we could be picked up en route. He looked a bit confused at that, so I added, '

sazzle_02 and

yragg were coming from Wales, via St. H, and Brum was on the way so they managed to pick us up. And that was the best part of the lot - we got here for free! Score!' And he grinned and started talking to Feather. Crikey Moses, I actually had a comparatively rational, sensible, non fangrrrly convo with RICHARD DEAN ANDERSON!!!

Feather mentioned that her dad used to work in NORAD and AT said something about them having a sign there which said something to do with the way down to the stargate - whereupon Feather said yeah, that sign was on a closet door. *g* Something was said, I don't remember what, and Saz piped up with something along the lines of 'You know what? It's a TV program' whereupon they both hammed it up with 'sshh! Don't tell a soul' type comments. That was funny. Oh, and AT told a funny story about being in a room earlier on to rest up, or change, or something and there being a little door in the corner. They had a bit of 'should we? can we?' and decided to explore. The door led up windy little staircase to the Oratory, which was bedecked with all kinds of stuff, crosses and pictures and things on the walls. RDA made like he was using an intercom with one of the things hanging on the wall, saying 'Jesus to Oratory! Jesus to Oratory!' and they both giggled like loons *g*

Anyway - it was over too soon *g*. They had to move on, but they spent a good 15 minutes at the table, maybe longer. It was way cool, and no one made an idiot of themselves - always a possibility for me at least *g*. No Tourettes, thank goodness :-) But it was probably a close run thing *g*

Whew. Still with me here? On to the next bit then :-)