The weekend (Friday till Sunday evening) was spent at Confounding Tales!
It was a very good weekend, as might be expected the CT crowd put together a con full of fun and madness and the occasional bit that was very informative. Probably a mistake. Saturday evening featured the wedding(s) of the Space Baron; I hope someone
caught the expressions on the faces of the ceilidh band in a photograph.
The worst part of the weekend was the bus services, run by Arriva. I was quite under the weather at the start of the con, having some problems walking even, and this was not helped by waiting for ages for non-existent buses.
The hotel staff were generally helpful, where communication could be established (one or two cases would have benefited from a universal translator), but there has to be a big black mark against the menu. At the end of National Vegetarian Week
, too. The hotel had a fairly extensive menu with just two
vegetarian options. Both of which relied heavily on cheese, so not exactly helpful to anyone with problems tolerating lactose. On the first night, they did knock together a pasta sauce, which was very pleasant but a bit overpriced. (The prices would be higher than average in the centre of Glasgow.)
It would be difficult to pick out the best parts of the weekend. jamesb
slamming into the wall during satellite_1
’s Probing Uranus game (in which we discovered that you do not need obscure space probes to baffle fans as to their destinations: they had enough difficulty figuring out where Mars Express went); Biscuit Wars; tacky Cthulhu Mythos merchandise; and the Pub Quiz of Horror* (loved the suggestion from tlanti
Graf Orlock in Nosferatu
had been played by Rod Stewart; and rhionnach
’s muttering at one point of
Wes Craven’s Newsround...
); and, of course, the Ca’Canny for which endless thanks to sha_d
for her efforts (and indeed generosity).
Good to see so many friendly faces. Increasingly gutted I can’t make Teledu...[*Won by the Nappy Rash of Doom, whoever they might be... ]