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hathycolI have the worst post-con blues in the world, probably emphasised by belayed post-holiday blues. As such, I am spending this evening curled up in my room and remembered the awesomeness that was this weekend AND YOU ALL GET TO SHARE.
I spent the run up to the convention being madly, madly busy and I have also developed... well, it's not quite insomnia because that involves roaming around at 2am sort of thing, and I am sleeping, but it takes me ages and ages to actually fall asleep, and I can't sleep through the night at all so I am a little bit sleep-deprived too, not enough to stop functioning but enough to make the world sort of fuzzy. It was in this eminently sensible mode that I went to work on Friday, with all of my belongings stuffed hastily in the boot on my car, and as K and I were left alone for the final hour of work I drank loads of tea, took some pep pills and headed off as soon as physically possible, after entering my location in Cynthia The SatNav who is simultaneously my best friend and my worst enemy.
So I headed onto the motorway, all on my lonesone, and for a while it was fine. Thing is, on long drives I tend to talk to myself a lot anyway, so adding another voice into the car was probably not entirely sensible. You see, Cynthia has what is technically a very clever thingy, where it beeps at you if you're speeding in an area with speed cameras. Unfortunately, it also does it in areas where there might be speed cameras. I have driven up and down the M6 a lot in my short life, and I have never seen a police speed unit, so repetitive and loud beeping when I'm admittedly breaking the law is REALLY BLOODY ANNOYING. Around Carlisle I found myself screaming "YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!" and turned it off. Fortunately, it remembered where I was going when I turned up back on when I actually got to the Glasgow...
Well, sort of. Luckily, at the point that SatNavs stop working (it is apparently a universal problem) I knew where I was going, and drove into the Travelodge car back, slightly dazed from the long journey. I went to meet The Guys at Pizza Hut where they were eating and suddenly Richie arrived. We probably should have had a touching romantic reunion. Instead, I went "Sorry, what the fuck are you doing here?"
Um, yes. I was a lot better as a human being when I had some tea. There were loads of people I knew at this convention - *deep breath* Richie, Conor, Tom, Lucy, Fiona (my academic daughter!), Louise, Ann, Kirsty and Doc, as well as Matt who I knew a little from other conventions. So it was a lovely group of people to have a chatty evening with. We held up a sign to congratulate Lucy's little sister for passing her exams so well, and then we re-arranged the words to say WE'LL DIE ALONE and used a penknife for the apostrophe. Cheery.
(For context, left to right, back row: Kirsty, Tom, 'DIE' is me, and the front row left to right is Ann, Louise, Matt and Lucy.)
Saturday was, as usual, shockingly early. Still, we hauled ourselves out in a variety of Doctor Who outfits; this is my attept at Stormcage!River.
Being such a large group, we tended to split up into groups, with Ann, Louise, Kirsty and I banding together in our guise as Old Convention Hacks. (Richie had gone out for a Big Gay Day Out with Doc. For context - Richie is my boyfriend and Doc is Kirsty's but periodically both Kirsty and I suspect we are poor seconds to the bromance.) The free autograph was Paul Darrow. I have no idea who he is, but apparently he was in Blake's 7 and he asked Louise to take all of her clothes off. We think he was joking. We hope. The theme was continued when we got Sylvester McCoys autograph, who serenaded Louise. Nicola Bryant did none of these things. I found myself slightly disappointed, although frankly she is so stunningly beautiful I don't mind.
We went to Dominic Keating's talk first, and he has changed slightly from Malcolm Reed into Evil Goatee Malcolm Reed! I don't mind, obviously, and the talk was quite interesting - he was happy to denounce the producers of Enterprise as slightly evil for cancelling it!
After lunch, we got a picture with Sylvester McCoy, which was lovely, and then we got some random photos.
STRESS ADIPOSE. THEY ARE ADIPOSE YOU CAN USE AS STRESS TOYS. I actually love them. Matt looks a bit scared, though... you think the Doctor would be okay with alien life!
Louise as a Time Lady. She made that costume herself!
The Red Dwarf talk was really good fun - Danny John-Jules and Chris Barrie were the Red Dwarf talks and they had a really good level of banter, as well as playing to a very large crowd of people! The cosplay was fun to watch - many, many Doctors - and, of course, the Doctor Who talk was marvellous. I think I love Sylvester McCoy a bit. I even feel slightly warm towards The Curse of Fenric, now! Well, slightly. He and Nicola Bryant were both warm and affectionate, and I must admit my heart melts a bit when someone still has that much time for the fans after all this time. And, of course, we got out marvellous photo that I'm going to put up again because I can.
YAY YAY YAY.
The evening was chilled out, after that. I must admit - and apologise for - being a bit ratty towards the end of the day. I'm not very good at being tired. Still, after pizza and X-Factor and Bucks Fizz (it was on sale!) I felt much better.
We had a lie-in on Sunday, before heading out. Once again, I was dressed up because I quite like this, now!
Hooray for telepathic waitresses! And aprons made from cushions.
However, the star prize must go to Mirror Universe!Ann:
... and her dastardly assistants of Evil Tribble, Evil Lucy and Abby The Evil Adipose:
It was just that kind of day.
I started by getting Dominc Keating's autograph, and I can't decide if I fancy him or am a bit scared by him. Maybe both. We went to the Red Dwarf talk not long afterwards and he gatecrashed the talk with the Cat's jacket on. I have never been so devastated that my camera turns on so slowly! After that awesomeness, we ended up going for lunch where Sylvester McCoy ambled past us again, and we watched him slowly ascend a escalator. It was ever so odd.
We also went on the traditional Attack People With The DocSoc Scarf hunt:
I also managed to go the auction. Dazed by the novelty of disposable income, I managed to win an awesome Star Trek canvas, with all of the ships on it, including DS9 and the Defiant. I have nowhere to put it, alas, so it's currently living in the spare room and if Mum asks I won it in a raffle and didn't deliberately bring home something I have no room for!
Unfortunately, the day was slowly winding down, and a fair few people had to go back to St Andrews, including Richie who had been inveigled into actually coming into the convention for Sunday. It was only Louise, Ann, Matt and I left to watch the cosplay and it contained one of the best moments of the weekend - a completely unexpected Dr Frank 'N' Furter, who even sang. He was a well-deserved winner!
Alas, after that I was forced to hit the road. Cynthia was resolutely turned off as soon as I hit the M74 and knew where I was going...
In conclusion, despite the exhaustion and the slight fewness of guests (Joe Flanigan and Alice Krige both cancelled last minute) I had a really lovely weekend, getting to catch up with some of my favourite people and have lots of lovely moments and wander around dressed up as some of my heroines.
And now I face a long, long run of work. Oh, joy.
I spent the run up to the convention being madly, madly busy and I have also developed... well, it's not quite insomnia because that involves roaming around at 2am sort of thing, and I am sleeping, but it takes me ages and ages to actually fall asleep, and I can't sleep through the night at all so I am a little bit sleep-deprived too, not enough to stop functioning but enough to make the world sort of fuzzy. It was in this eminently sensible mode that I went to work on Friday, with all of my belongings stuffed hastily in the boot on my car, and as K and I were left alone for the final hour of work I drank loads of tea, took some pep pills and headed off as soon as physically possible, after entering my location in Cynthia The SatNav who is simultaneously my best friend and my worst enemy.
So I headed onto the motorway, all on my lonesone, and for a while it was fine. Thing is, on long drives I tend to talk to myself a lot anyway, so adding another voice into the car was probably not entirely sensible. You see, Cynthia has what is technically a very clever thingy, where it beeps at you if you're speeding in an area with speed cameras. Unfortunately, it also does it in areas where there might be speed cameras. I have driven up and down the M6 a lot in my short life, and I have never seen a police speed unit, so repetitive and loud beeping when I'm admittedly breaking the law is REALLY BLOODY ANNOYING. Around Carlisle I found myself screaming "YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!" and turned it off. Fortunately, it remembered where I was going when I turned up back on when I actually got to the Glasgow...
Well, sort of. Luckily, at the point that SatNavs stop working (it is apparently a universal problem) I knew where I was going, and drove into the Travelodge car back, slightly dazed from the long journey. I went to meet The Guys at Pizza Hut where they were eating and suddenly Richie arrived. We probably should have had a touching romantic reunion. Instead, I went "Sorry, what the fuck are you doing here?"
Um, yes. I was a lot better as a human being when I had some tea. There were loads of people I knew at this convention - *deep breath* Richie, Conor, Tom, Lucy, Fiona (my academic daughter!), Louise, Ann, Kirsty and Doc, as well as Matt who I knew a little from other conventions. So it was a lovely group of people to have a chatty evening with. We held up a sign to congratulate Lucy's little sister for passing her exams so well, and then we re-arranged the words to say WE'LL DIE ALONE and used a penknife for the apostrophe. Cheery.
(For context, left to right, back row: Kirsty, Tom, 'DIE' is me, and the front row left to right is Ann, Louise, Matt and Lucy.)
Saturday was, as usual, shockingly early. Still, we hauled ourselves out in a variety of Doctor Who outfits; this is my attept at Stormcage!River.
Being such a large group, we tended to split up into groups, with Ann, Louise, Kirsty and I banding together in our guise as Old Convention Hacks. (Richie had gone out for a Big Gay Day Out with Doc. For context - Richie is my boyfriend and Doc is Kirsty's but periodically both Kirsty and I suspect we are poor seconds to the bromance.) The free autograph was Paul Darrow. I have no idea who he is, but apparently he was in Blake's 7 and he asked Louise to take all of her clothes off. We think he was joking. We hope. The theme was continued when we got Sylvester McCoys autograph, who serenaded Louise. Nicola Bryant did none of these things. I found myself slightly disappointed, although frankly she is so stunningly beautiful I don't mind.
We went to Dominic Keating's talk first, and he has changed slightly from Malcolm Reed into Evil Goatee Malcolm Reed! I don't mind, obviously, and the talk was quite interesting - he was happy to denounce the producers of Enterprise as slightly evil for cancelling it!
After lunch, we got a picture with Sylvester McCoy, which was lovely, and then we got some random photos.
STRESS ADIPOSE. THEY ARE ADIPOSE YOU CAN USE AS STRESS TOYS. I actually love them. Matt looks a bit scared, though... you think the Doctor would be okay with alien life!
Louise as a Time Lady. She made that costume herself!
The Red Dwarf talk was really good fun - Danny John-Jules and Chris Barrie were the Red Dwarf talks and they had a really good level of banter, as well as playing to a very large crowd of people! The cosplay was fun to watch - many, many Doctors - and, of course, the Doctor Who talk was marvellous. I think I love Sylvester McCoy a bit. I even feel slightly warm towards The Curse of Fenric, now! Well, slightly. He and Nicola Bryant were both warm and affectionate, and I must admit my heart melts a bit when someone still has that much time for the fans after all this time. And, of course, we got out marvellous photo that I'm going to put up again because I can.
YAY YAY YAY.
The evening was chilled out, after that. I must admit - and apologise for - being a bit ratty towards the end of the day. I'm not very good at being tired. Still, after pizza and X-Factor and Bucks Fizz (it was on sale!) I felt much better.
We had a lie-in on Sunday, before heading out. Once again, I was dressed up because I quite like this, now!
Hooray for telepathic waitresses! And aprons made from cushions.
However, the star prize must go to Mirror Universe!Ann:
... and her dastardly assistants of Evil Tribble, Evil Lucy and Abby The Evil Adipose:
It was just that kind of day.
I started by getting Dominc Keating's autograph, and I can't decide if I fancy him or am a bit scared by him. Maybe both. We went to the Red Dwarf talk not long afterwards and he gatecrashed the talk with the Cat's jacket on. I have never been so devastated that my camera turns on so slowly! After that awesomeness, we ended up going for lunch where Sylvester McCoy ambled past us again, and we watched him slowly ascend a escalator. It was ever so odd.
We also went on the traditional Attack People With The DocSoc Scarf hunt:
I also managed to go the auction. Dazed by the novelty of disposable income, I managed to win an awesome Star Trek canvas, with all of the ships on it, including DS9 and the Defiant. I have nowhere to put it, alas, so it's currently living in the spare room and if Mum asks I won it in a raffle and didn't deliberately bring home something I have no room for!
Unfortunately, the day was slowly winding down, and a fair few people had to go back to St Andrews, including Richie who had been inveigled into actually coming into the convention for Sunday. It was only Louise, Ann, Matt and I left to watch the cosplay and it contained one of the best moments of the weekend - a completely unexpected Dr Frank 'N' Furter, who even sang. He was a well-deserved winner!
Alas, after that I was forced to hit the road. Cynthia was resolutely turned off as soon as I hit the M74 and knew where I was going...
In conclusion, despite the exhaustion and the slight fewness of guests (Joe Flanigan and Alice Krige both cancelled last minute) I had a really lovely weekend, getting to catch up with some of my favourite people and have lots of lovely moments and wander around dressed up as some of my heroines.
And now I face a long, long run of work. Oh, joy.
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Date: 2010-08-23 08:39 pm (UTC)Also, are you going to post your videos somewhere? hehe
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Date: 2010-08-25 01:09 pm (UTC)http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2010/08/turned-up-to-eleven.html