"i am going to look at it WITH MY EYES" (or: Glasgow Collectormania 2012)

So, confession time: I was not well at all on Friday, to the extent I sort of considered not going. Then I decided that if I ate some fast food it would be kill or cure and I might as well find out on the M6. Fortunately, it was in fact cure, so Richie and I sped up the M6, and he read out the occasional text messages from the dudes and dudettes that had arrived before us. This was about my... fourth, I think? Glasgow Collectormania, though, and I had no intention of missing it, work and stomach be damned.

Richie and I arrived just as most of the gang (i.e. Lucy, Louise, Ann, Dee, Frank and Fiona) were arriving back from Pizza Hut, and we ended up just sitting in Lucy's room, having a good catch-up and generally gossiping. Tali arrived not too long after that, and after a mild key-based altercation we all caught up properly. Sometimes Richie and I are a bit isolated in Southport, and whilst I obviously love Richie dearly it's nice to catch up with other people! That said, we ended up sharing a room with Lucy and Louise who very kindly gave us the double bed. THANKS, GUYS.

( Day 1, in which I overcome some fears and also HUMILIATION )

( Day 2, with more ritual humiliation )

It was a lovely weekend, and it was great to see everyone again, despite the ritual humiliation! And on Friday I'm off on honeymoon. Time is officially FLYING, but I'm going to spend tonight watching the Paralympic opening ceremony. Devastated to discover that wheelchair rugby (a.k.a. MURDERBALL) is on when I'm away, and I think that the U.K. is probably the most enthusiastic about these games. I really hope Austria is a big fan of aforesaid murderball, that's all.

"i am going to look at it WITH MY EYES" (or: Glasgow Collectormania 2012)

So, confession time: I was not well at all on Friday, to the extent I sort of considered not going. Then I decided that if I ate some fast food it would be kill or cure and I might as well find out on the M6. Fortunately, it was in fact cure, so Richie and I sped up the M6, and he read out the occasional text messages from the dudes and dudettes that had arrived before us. This was about my... fourth, I think? Glasgow Collectormania, though, and I had no intention of missing it, work and stomach be damned.

Richie and I arrived just as most of the gang (i.e. Lucy, Louise, Ann, Dee, Frank and Fiona) were arriving back from Pizza Hut, and we ended up just sitting in Lucy's room, having a good catch-up and generally gossiping. Tali arrived not too long after that, and after a mild key-based altercation we all caught up properly. Sometimes Richie and I are a bit isolated in Southport, and whilst I obviously love Richie dearly it's nice to catch up with other people! That said, we ended up sharing a room with Lucy and Louise who very kindly gave us the double bed. THANKS, GUYS.

( Day 1, in which I overcome some fears and also HUMILIATION )

( Day 2, with more ritual humiliation )

It was a lovely weekend, and it was great to see everyone again, despite the ritual humiliation! And on Friday I'm off on honeymoon. Time is officially FLYING, but I'm going to spend tonight watching the Paralympic opening ceremony. Devastated to discover that wheelchair rugby (a.k.a. MURDERBALL) is on when I'm away, and I think that the U.K. is probably the most enthusiastic about these games. I really hope Austria is a big fan of aforesaid murderball, that's all.