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Con report. Of a sort.
Jan. 14th, 2007 04:18 pmI'm still at Cee's. Mostly torturing her with all the food I don't eat. A food list may be required next time I stay. But, frankly, she didn't buy me any doughnuts, so in way she brought it all on herself.
I feel the need to point out that yesterday the flat was dark and cold because Cee had gone to work, and it was half an hour till I had to go out, so there didn't seem to be any point opening the blinds or turning the heating on. It's quite warm and I can see now.
Anyway. I went to the Green Wing convention. It turned out to be a fan-organised convention, not an 'official' one like I'd thought, so it was basically like a calm party in a big pub. But they gave us chocolate cocks as soon as we came in, so we were pretty happy. It was a bit odd because most of the people there knew each other from the website where it'd been organised, and - a lot of them were Caroline/Mac fans, as I'd sort of expected. One girl on my quiz team tried to talk to me about watching the banana-y kiss in the special over and over again, while I was like '...right.' So I mostly just sat with K, talking. K found it all a bit weird because she'd never been to a con before, but all in all it was quite fun. There was a quiz, in which I was rubbish because I haven't watched the DVD in ages, and the other people played Spoon of Destiny and Chocolate Towers, and Guyball outside briefly (mostly they were just running), and they randomly sold us green yo-yos throughout the day and the writers were there, and there were episodes playing on the big TVs constantly, and it was fun.
And Stephen Mangan came. ( Rambling squee )
Anyway. There was a Q&A session with the writers (someone asked if they'd felt like 'going to ground' after Series 2 episode 8 given 'our' reaction to it), and a charity auction which was less fun when everyone else is willing to pay £50 for stuff, and in the case of scripts £300, and then finally a screening of our favourite episode - the party episode in series 1, which I voted for - during which people kept cheering the Caroline/Mac bits, and I don't begrudge them their ship but it would be nice if it was less all-encompassing. Anyway. It was good, and then from 9.30 onwards it was just dancing, and K had to get a tube home, so we left early. But it was a nice day, while it lasted. I have an urge to watch the entire series again now.
Then I came home with Cecilia and made her The Hitcher, which she seemed to quite enjoy. It's rather gay. Love is a knife in the groin, apparently. Now we're mostly watching DVDs and planning to go to the cinema, later. Ta-ta.
I feel the need to point out that yesterday the flat was dark and cold because Cee had gone to work, and it was half an hour till I had to go out, so there didn't seem to be any point opening the blinds or turning the heating on. It's quite warm and I can see now.
Anyway. I went to the Green Wing convention. It turned out to be a fan-organised convention, not an 'official' one like I'd thought, so it was basically like a calm party in a big pub. But they gave us chocolate cocks as soon as we came in, so we were pretty happy. It was a bit odd because most of the people there knew each other from the website where it'd been organised, and - a lot of them were Caroline/Mac fans, as I'd sort of expected. One girl on my quiz team tried to talk to me about watching the banana-y kiss in the special over and over again, while I was like '...right.' So I mostly just sat with K, talking. K found it all a bit weird because she'd never been to a con before, but all in all it was quite fun. There was a quiz, in which I was rubbish because I haven't watched the DVD in ages, and the other people played Spoon of Destiny and Chocolate Towers, and Guyball outside briefly (mostly they were just running), and they randomly sold us green yo-yos throughout the day and the writers were there, and there were episodes playing on the big TVs constantly, and it was fun.
And Stephen Mangan came. ( Rambling squee )
Anyway. There was a Q&A session with the writers (someone asked if they'd felt like 'going to ground' after Series 2 episode 8 given 'our' reaction to it), and a charity auction which was less fun when everyone else is willing to pay £50 for stuff, and in the case of scripts £300, and then finally a screening of our favourite episode - the party episode in series 1, which I voted for - during which people kept cheering the Caroline/Mac bits, and I don't begrudge them their ship but it would be nice if it was less all-encompassing. Anyway. It was good, and then from 9.30 onwards it was just dancing, and K had to get a tube home, so we left early. But it was a nice day, while it lasted. I have an urge to watch the entire series again now.
Then I came home with Cecilia and made her The Hitcher, which she seemed to quite enjoy. It's rather gay. Love is a knife in the groin, apparently. Now we're mostly watching DVDs and planning to go to the cinema, later. Ta-ta.
