Psychedelic England 67 - still tripping....

Gusti opens up shop very early, with Euphemia following swiftly behind, as neither could sleep. Catherine tells Elb there is nothing wrong with being tired and grumpy, a fact which Elb hotly denies...... and proceeds to give a very good demonstration of being a grumpy old woo-man! The BC agree that Catherine’s boss is an ignorant pig, and Gusti has adopted Elb’s habit of wearing earphones at work when she doesn’t want to talk to people!

Much later, Gracie disagrees with Elb’s parting shot (said in jest!) that ENGLAND are ‘grumpy old wimmin’, but proceeds to grumble about her non-raffle prize! Del too has a mini-grumble, but promises to do better later, and ENGLAND - to Elb’s astonishment - have barely scraped through a page all day!

Em is pooped after toddling with giants for Barnardos, and rushes off to catch up, returning in a nanosecond. Catherine and Euphemia join her, shortly followed by Gusti and Jo, who begs for help with prickly heat rash.... ENGLAND supply medical advice by the bucketload, and Em too is grateful, as she is also afflicted. Eeyore is on the mend, and had a good first day at work in happy surroundings. Elb bounces in, delirious that she has finished her antibiotics and can now DRINK again! Her prickly heat advice verges on smutty, and she hints that Yorkie has something to tell..... Euphemia is in the middle of a Romanian, Cathy is happy coz she’s got Ger-tones on her new mobile, and Catherine goes streaking. Sorry - streaky..... Elb sulks because she thinks that ENGLAND have deserted her on the night she reaches her 4444th post... Maybe she shouldn’t have eaten garlic.... Suddenly she’s not alone anymore.....Sparkle has lost her spark, pooped by the weather, but hangs with the crowd, awaiting Yorkie’s news. Catherine is poised to WOOT, and Cathy and Gracie have both tried the Streaky Tan which gives you smelly leggies....Tina has posted news of the three Special Prizes for the raffle, Goffy wants it all, and Loubylou pops in to announce that she too was a victim of the Streaker....Gusti waits with ENGLAND on tenterhooks for Yorkie’s arrival, and gets frustrated with her telly. Miss Hyde worries that she is too chilled these days and Gusti posts a link to some pics of Gerry behind the scenes in BOAW. Everyone’s crazy for Jan, but she teases a bit longer before finally revealing a letter she received from Gerry in the morning post! It’s a night for WOOTing, as Goffy hits 3000 posts and Elb is about to celebrate her 4444th...Tina bigs up (or is that big-ups?) Diana Gabaldon for donating a signed prize for the raffle, Jem makes another post in Jem-ese, and Elb wonders what a gog is... The end of the thread rushes up to catch the BritTarts unawares, and there is a last-minute panic to decide who will start the next thread.... Jan STILL hasn’t posted Part 2 of her surprise... Goffy is chicken, and everyone appears to have three Gerry autographs but Elb and Goffy. Gracie needs a plumber to sort her out, and she too has a signed photo..... Elb sulks. Thread 67 reaches 312 posts before Elb finally starts a new thread, much to Em’s chagrin, as she was about to......

As Elb starts ENGLAND 68 - Stop here for grumpy wimmin chatting... it dawns on her that THIS is IT... She started the thread with her 4444th post....Miss Hyde and Jem are first in, Jan posts her letter again (just to rub it in!) and Tina wonders if Gerry ever saw the video messages recorded at the Glasgow con... Miss Hyde hopes not. Cathy congratulates Elb with a five-WOOTer - (Elb has forgotten to credit her with the thread title!) Catherine follows with a ten-WOOTer, and Gusti just lets rip with an array of Mexican waves and Tartdancers! Em denies being grumpy, and sings to prove her point, then it’s a four-WOOTer from Eeyore...Goffy adds hers, and joins Em in the singing. The WOOTS and assorted congratulatory emoticons proliferate for Goffy , Elb and Yorkie.., but a lacklustre Sparkle heads off for the night with Jamie. Gusti has only just noticed Elb’s “Official Blogger” customisation, and Elb makes a serious speech to thank everyone for being there....and is not jealous of Yorkie’s piccy at all....

Obviously stunned by Elb being serious, Em heads off to play hokey-cokey with a rabbit and has reached a crucial point (PONR?)with Jamie. Yorkie throws a party, and Catherine says it like wot it is..... she too has been inspired by GB.net... Miss Hyde reckons all of ENGLAND rock, and pays us nice compliments! She and Eeyore can’t do London, and ask ENGLAND to have a drink on them and take lots of photos.
Finally Yorkie posts Part 2 of her surprise - a signed Red Death photo! ENGLAND drools, and Elb is not jealous in the least. Cathy rubs it in by describing the glut of Gerriness in her bedroom, and now also on her mobile! Elb, gritting her teeth, goes into la-la land dreaming of signed blue boxers, while Jo, still itching, heads off to the comfort of a shower! Elb bemoans the fact that Gerry won’t have enough lead left in his pencil to write to her after giving everyone else his signature in triplicate, Marsha catches up and wonders if a man could write “I love you” in the snow, and Yorkie tells her T shirt story to a fresh victim....Del has calmed down after PMing everyone in a state of anxiety earlier, and catches her breath while stuffing her face with popcorn. Elb worries that she is loud and obnoxious, but is reassured by all that this is not the case.... Hmmmm..... Paranoia remains..... Marsha is confused and thinks Jan is someone else, lurve abounds and Del uses a bucket a lot, to everyone’s confusion. She later explains it as a replacement cuss-word... Miss Hyde wishes she could do Glasgow differently, Yorkie gets a present from Del for her anniversary, and Elb denounces the demon drink for London.... Jo is also a member of the Big Three Club, and offers a sharpener for Gerry’s pencil! OW! Del and Marsha start singing but Del quits while she’s ahead, to retire to bed for a threesome with Jamie and Sharpe....

As ENGLAND grows quiet, all that can be heard is the sound of Elb’s fingers flying across her keyboard as she wearily tries to condense all the silliness into an easily digestible mouthful...