"you sing songs of the great tribble hunt!" (or: london collectormania 2009)

So, here's the thing. I geek, therefore I am. I like conventions, but geography and money have both conspired against me, over the last four years, meaning that I have only been to Glasgow Collectormania three times since 2005. So when ann_pan was all "OH HEY WE HAVE JOBS AND FREE TIME LET'S GO TO LONDON COLLECTORMANIA" I said, um, okay? Even though this was before I had a job that didn't involve the phrase 'shop monkey' and, well, London.

Here's the other thing: I am a control freak, and normally find myself organising conventions like a mad fiend because I like stuff to be organised. It came as a surprise to find myself on a train to London with no idea of the location of the convention, hotel, or even Tube stop I needed to end up on.

BUT YET THERE I WAS.

Key
ann_pan is Ann.
emerald_embers is Louise.
loneraven is Iona.

( Day 1, or a discussion of how I am, etymologically, a convention whore )

( Day 2, in which I do not tell Rene Auberjonois that I named my car after him )

( Day 3, in which I meet some bloke called John Barrowman. )

And here be pictures.

It was, basically, a very good weekend. I am now very tired, even after two days being back at home. The weeks ahead are very busy ones, both professionally and personally, but that's a good thing too.