If you, like Jason Arnopp and I, are going to the Cheltenham Screenwriters Festival this year, you may have several things on your mind.
Like “I don’t know any of these high-powered people. How will I get over my shyness and speak to anyone?”
Or “Whose round is it?”
Fortunately both of those questions can be answered at the same time by coming to the inaugural Beckley-Arnopp Cheltenham Scribomeet. Or possibly the Arnopp-Beckley Cheltenham Scribomeet. Whatever floats your boat.
It’s a non-threatening chance to meet other writers the evening before the festival kicks off. That way you’ll have some friendly faces to talk to over the next three days.
It will begin at 6pm blunt on the night of Monday 30th June in the Harvester pub next to the Cheltenham Travelodge.
Which should make it nice and easy to stagger home to your bed either there or in the Thistle.
Come along.
Say hello.
Drink beer.
Or we will destroy you with our giant floating hands.
11 responses to “The Beckley-Arnopp Cheltenham Scribomeet”
I’ll see you there, young feller.
D’uh! I don’t arrive until Tuesday morning. Ahh, well, will just have to save my imbibing for Tuesday night.
Outstanding. See you all there then!
It’s obviously Arnopp-Beckley since A comes before B in the alphabet.
I will not see you there. Not because I am dodging your asses (or any other part of you including giant floating hands), but because I am not going. Again.
Sigh.
Neither am I, sadly. I really must get my shit together next year.
I shall be there, enjoying of the Beckley-Arnopp/Arnopp-Beckley axis of hospitality.
And the answer is: it’s your round! Huzzah!
Shuffles feet nervously at the door … I’ll be there … does it matter if I don’t drink beer?
It’s my first time.
We accept beer-drinkers, wine-drinkers, soft-drink-drinkers, and water-drinkers.
It’s a broad church.
Double unemployment means no Cheltenham for me this year. 🙁
Permission to drink Zider, Zir? I’ze frum the Wezt Cunree, I am.
Permission granted!
At ease, soldier.