Uncon is a convention that’s put on by Fortean Times. It’s a two day event featuring all kinds of lectures on a vast array of subjects, none of which could be called mainstream.
Friendships happen in the weirdest ways some times. When you least expect it someone appears and that’s it, you’re doomed for the rest of your life. This is the story of how I met Cheryl AKA Never Feed A Tiff A Pint Of Coffee.
About 3 years ago now I met Cheryl at a party. She was there with her boyfriend and I was .. just there. I knew a few people but felt totally out of my depth and no where near comfortable with the amount of people I didn’t know. She only knew the person she was there with.. I think.
Regardless I took some comfort knowing that I wasn’t the only one looking at everyone else and thinking ‘oh my god what am I doing here’ she had the same deer in the headlights look that I did!
We didn’t get a chance to talk or meet each other that night, I’m not sure why apart from the fact that I felt to weird to go over and say hi.
It was the next morning over coffee and cookies that we got to know each other a bit. Not being able to find any mugs to make coffee in, we drank it out of pint glasses. Mine was only half full and I’d had a rotten nights sleep so when she asked if I would like more coffee my sleep deprived brain just blurted out ‘Yes Please’ with out thinking of the consequences.
Another half a pint later I was so caffeinated that I could have probably ran home from Manchester and still not been tired. I should point out here that to Cheryl a pint of coffee is a small almost inadequate pick me up. To me by god it was like mainlining pure caffeine.. not that I ever have done and have no plans to ever find out if thats actually true.
That afternoon we discovered that we were going to be on the same train going home. So we agreed we’d keep each other company on the way home. Some how we then discovered that we didn’t actually live that far from each other either. We talked the whole trip home. Although I’m sure that Cheryl will say that I did all the talking… if I did it was her fault for feeding me that pint of coffee in the first place!
Taken by my mate Darren at my birthday dinner last year. John clearly finds my head the right height to lean on.