Llama hats are brilliant. During the summer they’re slightly less brilliant, so I haven’t had much opportunity to show off my membership of the Llama Hat club since the inaugural night with Mr Wayne. During our visit to Hastings a few weeks back, however, I got an opportunity to adorn my bonce with another Llama hat, as can be seen in this photo. Chris also appears to be wearing a jester’s hat.
Since their return from traversing the globe, Chris & Jen decided to set up shop in Hastings, which gave us an excuse to go check it out. Rather further to go to see them than just two streets up the hill, but they’re worth it! (well, except when Chris is physically abusing me – more on that in a moment)
After a fairly painless drive down from Norwich (other than an absolutely foul pub lunch at the roadside Blue Boy in Kent – DO NOT EAT THERE), we then proceeded to get utterly lost in Hastings. I firmly blame this on Jenny’s rubbish directions. Once we eventually found their flat, I was then faced with one of the most ludicrously difficult parking situations in automobile history, thanks to late-19th century architects completely failing to predict the rise of the ubiquitous motor vehicle. Remarkably, we didn’t lost any wing mirrors, although getting out again would require a similar feat of wheel wrestling, aided by a random stranger who was suspiciously sitting in his car nearby.
Anyways, Chris & Jen’s flat is rather spiffy, being top-floor, right on the seafront and complete with C&J cosiness. And we like being cosy. First night Jen cooked a rather magnificent chicken/tuna rice + peppers spicy thingummy, which we really must have again sometime. Saturday involved a pleasant wander around the Old Town and a ride up the funicular (or up the vernacular, as Nadia would have it) in order to gambol merrily about the cliff-top (Chris beat me to the tip of the mound, but only just, and I reckon he’d been practising from childhood).
The afternoon involved an exciting round of Adventure Golf, which Chris actually invented (with a bit of help from his Dad, I believe). I don’t know how much of a percentage Chris gets from inventing crazy golf, but he must be set up for life! Jenny somehow got two hole-in-ones, which left us all rather flabbergasted – not to mention in 2nd, 3rd and 4th places. The Hastings Wind was starting to play silly buggers, so we retired back to Chez Chris & Jen for fun and games, joined by Ian and Rachel.
A word of warning: Do not play ‘Grab a Pig’ with Chris Coleman. As some of you may know, he tends to take his games rather seriously (he also very much likes to count). Grab a Pig involves swapping cards until you hit on a particular combo that enables you to – wait for it – grab a pig, a pig being a small plastic thing in the shape of a pig that sits in the middle of the table. When you’ve got 6 people playing everything’s fine. But that’s how it always starts – ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’. Then there’s the running, and the screaming. Particularly after, having found oneself in the last round with only Chris remaining, one discovers one’s finger bent backwards in a most unnatural manner after a particularly violent ‘Chris Lunge’.
I shall get my revenge one day.
We came back to Norwich on the Sunday, and glared with malice at the Blue Boy as we drove past. Do not eat there.
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