Just realised I haven’t said a thing about FantasyCon yet, so here’s a quick summary.
- Being inside at a convention at the seaside on the hottest October day since records began.
- Being allocated a bedroom in the basement with no windows but with a central light that glowed ominously throughout the night. Mrs P christened it the Pit of Despair. There’s probably a story there or at least a really bad review on TripAdvisor.
- Those sausages at breakfast. Whoa.
- A vague feeling that everyone else knew each other (a feeling that did seem to dissipate after an hour or two leaning against the bar, so it was probably just me).
- Seriously, those sausages.
- Proxima being launched! Yay!
- Finally meeting Steve Haynes and the rest of the Proxima crew (Charles Christian, Rob Harkess and Niall Boyce) and their respective partners.
- Finally meeting Geoff Nelder as well as bumping into Adrian Chamberlin again. Also had brief chats with Simon Marshall-Jones and Andy Bigwood.
- Christopher Priest’s interview with Brian Alldis.
- Oh yes, meeting Christopher Priest (although his reaction when I asked him if “A Dream of Wessex” was likely to make it back into print was oddly non-committal).
- Mrs P, Son P and Daughter P gamely coming along to support the Embarrassing Family Member.
- Mrs P buying a celebratory supper for the four of us at Jamie’s Italian.
- Son P upholding the family name by partying until the early hours on Saturday night after I packed it in at 2AM.
I didn’t hang around for the prizegiving on Sunday, which is probably a good thing as there seems to have been some unpleasantness. I can’t really comment apart from saying that Sam Stone came along to the Proxima launch and therefore qualifies for Good Egg status.
Will I go again? Y’know, I think I might. Although I may well avoid the convention hotel next time.