Ok, so here's my take:
I arrived early. Very early, thanks to my coach somehow getting in ahead of schedule. I hung around for the remaining hour or so, reading The War of the Worlds. Eventually I wondered why everyone was so late. Then Nav called me and revealed my directional error.
So I was
not 'late', Mr Loremaster; I was
early but mislocated.
When I found the coffee shop containing Loremaster, Rachael, Cleburne and Nav, Loremaster's first words to me, after my name, were a comment on my proportions and some profanity. Loremaster swears more than you might expect. And that's not all. But more on that later.
It soon became apparent during coffee shop conversation that Cleburne is Irish. I mention this because I was previously unaware. He's also a friendly and personable gent, and it was a pleasure to meet him. It equally rapidly became clear that Loremaster is Loremaster to the core. He's very much how he appears to be online, though marginally less obsessed with period drama.
He's also my match in height, which makes his earlier exclamations a little baffling.
There was some talk about other Watchers, London, the works of SRD, and other things. Several beverages of various caffeinated types were consumed, and I ate a sandwich that was too fishy. This may have been due to the fish content.
Throughout this encounter, Nav and Cleburne dominated the group by sitting on needlessly lofty stools while Loremaster and Rachael occupied more humble chairs and I was relegated to something that appeared to be a large cushion made rigid through age and neglect. This cushion left me positioned beside Rachael, with whom I had many a pleasant conversation about Winston Churchill, and one or two about other things. She purported to be intrigued by my brief account of Donaldsonian matters, but it may have been a lie to divert my attention to Nav on my other side.
Pub attendance followed. It was at this point that Loremaster enacted his second image-shattering deed of the day by ordering beer. The sight of Loremaster sipping a pint of London Pride haunts me still. More conversation followed, on a wide variety of subjects, including the Watch, political and religious climates of several countries, the relationship between cynical agnostics and god, and, to the boredom of everyone but Nav and me, regions of Nottingham.
From the pub to the park. Large and pleasant, with a boating lake. Wandering, conversation, photos, sighting of a huge plastic sheet, departure to seek a suitable tube station for Cleburne's sad exit. Somewhere along the way, those of us who remained decided to go and eat. After wandering Leicester Square and Covent Garden for some time, finding only shops and occasional offices in streets previously bursting with restaurants, we spotted a Masala restaurant that had Loremaster and Rachael's approval from previous visits. We ate - me quite messily - drank a mango-flavoured yoghurt, and ate some of the lard-textured ice cream known as kulfi. Except Rachael, that is. She had some other dessert, but by that time she'd begun rambling semi-coherently into her food and I paid little attention to what she ordered. Loremaster shocked all present yet again by indulging in some unseemly speculation on the potential applications of objects he'd seen in his travels. He also revealed that, astoundingly, border security had disapproved of his razor-sharp machete-sized letter opener in the shape of a sword.
Meal over, we headed for the tube and our subsequent parting of ways, but not before Loremaster congratulated me on out-disparaging his companion and I threatened to kick said companion in the face if she doesn't at least lurk on the Watch. Having devised a way to administer this facial trauma by post once Rachael returns home, the fest disbanded and I took the tedious coach trip back to Nottingham.
I hope this satisfies even the most detail-hungry readers.
I'm due to leave for Australia in 2 days, so it's also rather sad that I wont have that opportunity again for a long time.
) I coudlnt believe how fast the afternoon went it just flew bye and its nice to actually to met some people from KW and such a good bunch of lads aswell. Hopefully in the future we can get together again maybe have an U.K Fest. 
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