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The con
Ugh, Monday morning. Sore throat, tired, WORK.
How many people have fangirl throat this morning? I could say it was caused by squeeing non stop for 48 hours, but I think it's really a symptom of sharing a small, very warm hotel with 50-odd others for two days and meeting new germs.
The con was excellent, although I only attended one or two panels this year. Most of it was spent sitting around talking, drinking, watching vids and playing Slashopoly (Mayfair and Park Lane are the Wedding Chapel and the Maternity Ward respectively-- the only property I got to own was The Boss's Desk).
On Saturday morning we went for a very nice walk along the wind-tunnel that was the sea front into Tynemouth and had lunch and poked around in bookshops. Tynemouth has an absolutely enormous monument (the huge thing on the hill) to Admiral Collingwood, who apparently was in the battle of Trafalgar but failed to die demanding to be snogged by any sailors, so isn't very famous. But someone loved him, clearly.
I was so, so happy to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
new_kate, whose picture is in the dictionary next to 'adorable', and generally had a great time hanging out with daegaer, toscas_kiss, penelope_z, mandragora1, graculus and lasultrix, and other people who's names I wasn't sure of and didn't spend enough time talking to.
I left a bit early due to the hangover from hell and an upset tummy, but the train journey home took 6.5 hours! Track work, apparently.
How many people have fangirl throat this morning? I could say it was caused by squeeing non stop for 48 hours, but I think it's really a symptom of sharing a small, very warm hotel with 50-odd others for two days and meeting new germs.
The con was excellent, although I only attended one or two panels this year. Most of it was spent sitting around talking, drinking, watching vids and playing Slashopoly (Mayfair and Park Lane are the Wedding Chapel and the Maternity Ward respectively-- the only property I got to own was The Boss's Desk).
On Saturday morning we went for a very nice walk along the wind-tunnel that was the sea front into Tynemouth and had lunch and poked around in bookshops. Tynemouth has an absolutely enormous monument (the huge thing on the hill) to Admiral Collingwood, who apparently was in the battle of Trafalgar but failed to die demanding to be snogged by any sailors, so isn't very famous. But someone loved him, clearly.
I was so, so happy to meet
new_kate, whose picture is in the dictionary next to 'adorable', and generally had a great time hanging out with daegaer, toscas_kiss, penelope_z, mandragora1, graculus and lasultrix, and other people who's names I wasn't sure of and didn't spend enough time talking to. I left a bit early due to the hangover from hell and an upset tummy, but the train journey home took 6.5 hours! Track work, apparently.
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Deep sigh.
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I missed seeing you and Gloria1 and did wonder where you were.
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The badness was a large set of drunken twits larking round and doing stuff like pretending to be drunker than they were, then miming weeing in corners. Charming. The unfortunate airline people were feeling harrassed, and the policeman was very stern, and expounded at length on the shame everyone should be feeling on needing to be addressed like naughty children.
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It seems to be going now though. Thanks:)