After staying up into the dying hours of the night, carefully crafting a well planned beatdown involving various complex exercises and things for the PAX to grumble about… we arrived in Gloom to what seemed to be the Papparazzi for a rare Manchester appearance at his own Q.
’twas not. ’twas the sight of lightning and the sound of thunder that greeted the PAX.
Given the safety concerns and the need to rethink my BD, we moseyed (via automobile) to the pavilion for a dry(ish) and safe(ish) beatdown.
A bunch of chest, legs and legs under the pavilion.
Keep everyone close, my colleague lost his Dad last week who went from being healthy to gone in 3 days. Thoughts for the Witcher Family!