This is a convention post. Honestly, it is. Just let me get through a fairly large whinge first. Th

This is a convention post. Honestly, it is. Just let me get through a fairly large whinge first.

There was a plan for Friday. I always feel better at the concept of a plan. We were going to go to St Andrews. It was going to be awesome. We were going to leave ridiculously early but that was okay because it meant we coiuld beat the traffic and make it to St Andrews and today I would write about all my lovely wedding plans and get on with finally almost sending some invitations.

Unfortunately the gods of fate had different plans. After an hour or so on the motorway, signs saying 'M6 CLOSED' started flashing up. This is Very Not Good as the M6 is pretty much the essential road for getting to Scotland. This meant that everyone else wasalso stuck on the M6. To cut a long story short, a lorry had overturned, spiralled through the central embankment, and shut the entire M6 down as his load was plastic and glasses bottles. All of the traffic had to be funnelled away from the motorway and through Carlisle up to the next junction. We spent four and a half hours in traffic.

So, on the plus side I managed to fulfill a life long ambition of reading a book and successfully driving. (Caitlin Moran's How To Be A Woman for those who are interested. It's fab.) On the downside, I burst into tears on the A6 because we were meant to be seeing our reception venue at that exact point in time and we were probably never going to make it to Scotland, let alone St Andrews.

We gave up on getting to St Andrews, and eventually spent a night in a lovely posh hotel on the outskirts of Glasgow (we felt sorry for ourselves, okay?) where we got a bit drunk instead. Hey ho.

However! All was not lost! Because at least we were in the environs of Glasgow, meaning we could make it to Collectormania with a little more time to spare. Until I got lost. Whilst using a SatNav. AGAIN.

Anyway.

( Day 1, in which we battle with neds )

( Day 2, in which peer pressure has a happy outcome )

And now I am back at work. We are attempting to make invitations and find time to go back to St Andrews in a very short amount of time. BUSY BUSY.

"there appears to be blood on me! no, wait, it's chocolate sauce." or: glasgow collectormania 2011

This is a convention post. Honestly, it is. Just let me get through a fairly large whinge first.

There was a plan for Friday. I always feel better at the concept of a plan. We were going to go to St Andrews. It was going to be awesome. We were going to leave ridiculously early but that was okay because it meant we coiuld beat the traffic and make it to St Andrews and today I would write about all my lovely wedding plans and get on with finally almost sending some invitations.

Unfortunately the gods of fate had different plans. After an hour or so on the motorway, signs saying 'M6 CLOSED' started flashing up. This is Very Not Good as the M6 is pretty much the essential road for getting to Scotland. This meant that everyone else wasalso stuck on the M6. To cut a long story short, a lorry had overturned, spiralled through the central embankment, and shut the entire M6 down as his load was plastic and glasses bottles. All of the traffic had to be funnelled away from the motorway and through Carlisle up to the next junction. We spent four and a half hours in traffic.

So, on the plus side I managed to fulfill a life long ambition of reading a book and successfully driving. (Caitlin Moran's How To Be A Woman for those who are interested. It's fab.) On the downside, I burst into tears on the A6 because we were meant to be seeing our reception venue at that exact point in time and we were probably never going to make it to Scotland, let alone St Andrews.

We gave up on getting to St Andrews, and eventually spent a night in a lovely posh hotel on the outskirts of Glasgow (we felt sorry for ourselves, okay?) where we got a bit drunk instead. Hey ho.

However! All was not lost! Because at least we were in the environs of Glasgow, meaning we could make it to Collectormania with a little more time to spare. Until I got lost. Whilst using a SatNav. AGAIN.

Anyway.

( Day 1, in which we battle with neds )

( Day 2, in which peer pressure has a happy outcome )

And now I am back at work. We are attempting to make invitations and find time to go back to St Andrews in a very short amount of time. BUSY BUSY.