Whew. First chance to actually sit down and reflect on the weekend since got home yesterday evening.
We had a lovely time in Belfast, mainly thanks to the hordes of lovely folk we got to have a sit and a chat with, or a meal or a pint. The actual panels and official events turned out to be less productive in terns of laughs per minute, but then isn't that always the way at cons? We met everyone on Friday night for the opening ceremony, and then the quiz. I soon realized that i have no knowledge whatsoever of science fiction. this was a bit of a blow, but luckily neither did my team mates. Myself and the other four members of the team managed to come bottom of all, which earned us the booby prize. Just goes to show if you are going to fail, fail spectacularly well!
We managed not to have hangovers on Saturday, despite drinking copious amounts of Guinness, and were there bright and early for the con.
We went to see the Parodies in SF panel, which ambled along nicely, and then grabbed a quick sit about and chat before our Writing Comics workshop with Catie Murphy and Paul Cornell. It was really interesting to see how they approached the whole thing, and we managed to witter on for quite a while, hopefully entertainingly in places.
Padraig (center zombie) claimed his free pint (or mineral water in this case) from John (left zombie) for turning up in a " Reppion's zombie army" T-shirt.
We went to see the Doctor Who panel, and then Mr Padraig Ó Méalóid organized a meal at a Chinese restaurant. I had a really nice meal for saying I'm not usually fond of Chinese food, and we all trooped back to the bar for more beers and the casino night. I played Texas hold em for the first time and lost £2, but it was for charity so an excellent loss really. It was hard to stop my brain inserting excitable commentary in the style of late night poker shows on TV...which may have affected my play. We stumbled off to bed fairly early by convention standards and read Paul Cornell's Pete Wisdom trade paperback which we both enjoyed immensely.
Sunday started with an almost barren crossovers panel, with the odd person filtering in from the coffee morning next door (filtering...coffee...is that a pun?). We all soon realized that there aren't that many crossovers in SCi Fi,and so we rambled around the subject for a while and then went off to the bar. we had such a lot of fun in th bar, john forgot to go to the web comics panel and we went to see the novel panel instead.
Iain Banks Alastair Reynolds and Catie Murphy were very entertaining and interesting all round. We had time to fit in a last bout of chatting before we took over the last panel of the day in a revolutionary fashion. We had been a bit disappointed by the the lack of guests on panels over the weekend (Paul Cornell did a whole panel by himself!)
We managed to fit in a quick trot round the shops on Monday morning before the flight home. i slept through the turbulence, and could have slept all day long to be honest. why is talking so tiring?
The two things we came home with were:
thats it i think.