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lprovenSo I was happy to put my name down for November's one, since someone else was organizing it. But we don't really do forward planning around these parts, and it was with dismay that as the time neared, we realised that it conflicted with
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So I was happy to put my name down for November's one, since someone else was organizing it. But we don't really do forward planning around these parts, and it was with dismay that as the time neared, we realised that it conflicted with <a href="http://www.novacon.org.uk>Novacon</a>, which we'd also preregistered for. When I discovered that one of my two <a href="http://www.zztop.com">favourite bands of all time</a> were playing the Hammersmith Apollo on Friday night, my mind was made up. I'd stay for the gig, go to the Con on Saturday, and maybe go up to Whitby for Sunday night.
Once this was all agreed with the other two, though, the gig had sold out. I revised the plan to go to ZZ Top in Manchester on Thursday instead, then go straight to the con on Friday morning. Kjersti would come down for the Saturday night at Novacon - after drinking Thursday and partying Friday, everyone tends to be a bit knackered by Saturday anyway. And aforementioned partner in crime was retuning to London for a wedding. Finally, on Sunday, we'd go to Whitby together for the Laughton's. This also meant they could sell my Whitby ticket to recoup some of the costs.
Except that by the time we'd hashed this plan out, the Thursday gig had sold out as well.
Kjersti, meanwhile, was sticking to her original plan: off to Whitby for Thursday, returning at sparrowfart on Monday to go straight to work. Brave girl.
So straight to Novacon for me - except of course for the joys of delayed and cancelled trains and some kind of industrial action Oop North. I think they're striking for the wheel or electric light or something.
Novacon was, as ever, great fun. With the vicissitudes of public transport I didn't arrive until 9:30pm, but that left time to register, attend a talk by Iain Banks <b>and</b> Iain M. Banks at once - there's value for you - and famed raccoon impersonator Gwyneth "You don't know a damned thing about my books, do you?" Jones, and still have bags of time for Black Sheep and blather.
More of the same Saturday - and eventually a strung out and wasted fiancee. It also offered Ian McDonald's quiet but thought-provoking Guest of Honour speech and triumphant TAFF delegate <user site="livejournal.com" user="tobesv">'s entertaining talk and slideshow. A stunned US fandom is belatedly introduced to European concepts of partying (Tobes-style) and the joys of latex clothing and posable breasts (<I>á là mode</I> <user site="livejournal.com" user="FlickGC">). Tobes, meanwhile, learns of amateur strippers for charity and nude gay line dancing.
It will come no surprise that the socialising continued into very late into the night. Those that are familiar with Kjersti might also have expected minimal, very tight, latex clothing (purple) and severely high heels. Many genteel fans were stunned, or stricken with paroxysms of lust. I am told I am a bastard, several people want to kill me, it's no wonder I smile so much these days, and I'm very lucky. I am aware of these facts, as HAL said. Kjersti was also told she's very tall. I think she knew that, too.
The snag with partying until after 4am, of course, is that it makes rising at 10am for a train rather... <i>challenging.</i>. Predictably, we missed our 11:24am departure, and as I write, we are struggling slowly north on a massively delayed and overcrowded 14:33 Pendolino. All right, I admit it, I was wrong: I really truly wish I had a driving license and a car right now...</lj-cut>
So I was happy to put my name down for November's one, since someone else was organizing it. But we don't really do forward planning around these parts, and it was with dismay that as the time neared, we realised that it conflicted with <a href="http://www.novacon.org.uk>Novacon</a>, which we'd also preregistered for. When I discovered that one of my two <a href="http://www.zztop.com">favourite bands of all time</a> were playing the Hammersmith Apollo on Friday night, my mind was made up. I'd stay for the gig, go to the Con on Saturday, and maybe go up to Whitby for Sunday night.
Once this was all agreed with the other two, though, the gig had sold out. I revised the plan to go to ZZ Top in Manchester on Thursday instead, then go straight to the con on Friday morning. Kjersti would come down for the Saturday night at Novacon - after drinking Thursday and partying Friday, everyone tends to be a bit knackered by Saturday anyway. And aforementioned partner in crime was retuning to London for a wedding. Finally, on Sunday, we'd go to Whitby together for the Laughton's. This also meant they could sell my Whitby ticket to recoup some of the costs.
Except that by the time we'd hashed this plan out, the Thursday gig had sold out as well.
Kjersti, meanwhile, was sticking to her original plan: off to Whitby for Thursday, returning at sparrowfart on Monday to go straight to work. Brave girl.
So straight to Novacon for me - except of course for the joys of delayed and cancelled trains and some kind of industrial action Oop North. I think they're striking for the wheel or electric light or something.
Novacon was, as ever, great fun. With the vicissitudes of public transport I didn't arrive until 9:30pm, but that left time to register, attend a talk by Iain Banks <b>and</b> Iain M. Banks at once - there's value for you - and famed raccoon impersonator Gwyneth "You don't know a damned thing about my books, do you?" Jones, and still have bags of time for Black Sheep and blather.
More of the same Saturday - and eventually a strung out and wasted fiancee. It also offered Ian McDonald's quiet but thought-provoking Guest of Honour speech and triumphant TAFF delegate <user site="livejournal.com" user="tobesv">'s entertaining talk and slideshow. A stunned US fandom is belatedly introduced to European concepts of partying (Tobes-style) and the joys of latex clothing and posable breasts (<I>á là mode</I> <user site="livejournal.com" user="FlickGC">). Tobes, meanwhile, learns of amateur strippers for charity and nude gay line dancing.
It will come no surprise that the socialising continued into very late into the night. Those that are familiar with Kjersti might also have expected minimal, very tight, latex clothing (purple) and severely high heels. Many genteel fans were stunned, or stricken with paroxysms of lust. I am told I am a bastard, several people want to kill me, it's no wonder I smile so much these days, and I'm very lucky. I am aware of these facts, as HAL said. Kjersti was also told she's very tall. I think she knew that, too.
The snag with partying until after 4am, of course, is that it makes rising at 10am for a train rather... <i>challenging.</i>. Predictably, we missed our 11:24am departure, and as I write, we are struggling slowly north on a massively delayed and overcrowded 14:33 Pendolino. All right, I admit it, I was wrong: I really truly wish I had a driving license and a car right now...</lj-cut>
