Summary: Recombination.
Précis: a Unicon (a University-based convention) at New Hall, Cambridge. This was a mixed literary/gaming/filk convention, as it also subsumed the British Roleplaying Society convention and Harmuni (the filk part). With about 200 attenders, it was running 4 or 5 tracks.
Detail: out esteemed chairman (
The con started on the Friday evening. I drove over to Cambridge after work, and parked in the carpark at
Next up was my first panel - I was on with
And we then made three in a row as we watched
Home to bed - it's years since we lived close enough to a venue that we could do that.
Saturday morning, we were back up to Cambridge for a panel at 11:00, and then it was my second panel at 12:00. And right now, my mind has gone blank and I can't remember what it was about. (ETA to follow ...) But we'd left my jacket in the car, and I suddenly remembered at the start of my panel, and herself had to rush off and retrieve a phone from the pocket, since I was actually on call this last weekend. (No, in three years of being on call for the occasional weekend, I've never actually had a live incident.)
In the evening, it was
Sunday, the last day, and
And so, it came to and end. We'd attended 8 panels (not including the above closing ceremony) and been on 4, and really enjoyed ourselves. The convention was a success, sailing like a serene swan with no hint that, beneath the water, the feet were not only paddling, but at one point beating away a shark of trouble. (The issue in question was an unprecedented one, one that no sensible amount of preparation could have anticipated, and that was dealt with firmly and effectively. It was unpleasant for the behind-the-scenes people, but if I'd hadn't been privy to those people's knowledge, I'd never have known about it.)