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Discworld Convention Report
Discworld was fun. Lots of fun. Here is the long version of all that fun.
Richard, Henry, myself and the god Om travelled up on Friday. (Om was half on the back seat and half in the boot - he takes up a lot of space.) Kelvin and the daughter outlaw travelled up on Thursday as Kelvin was heavily involved in tech and needed to be there to help with the set up.
I haven't a clue what we did when we arrived. Memory is already fading, but we did all the general booking in things and although I don't know many Discworld regulars I still found a few familiar faces and got chatting to loads of new ones. Conventions are such wonderful places for meeting people - they're full of fans!
I went along to a game of 'werewolf'. A nice mixer game for around 10 - 15 people that rewards those able to manipulate mob hysteria (which is why I usually survive until around half way through the game). For the first half of the game, there's a momentum in which the players all gang up on anyone you suggest might be the werewolf - after that, they start wondering if you're the werewolf (I wasn't, but there's no way of telling) and decide to lynch you instead.
As Richard and I were entering the maskerade as Om (he's a god in the form of a tortoise for those who don't know) and Brutha (his only believer) we went to the maskerade preparation.
AFter we'd done our bit we were able to go, so, looking for something to do that I could wander into part-way through, I drifted into a programme item called 'The Turn-up Prize'. The idea as far as I could tell was to take the mickey out of the 'Turner Prize' and bring/make an art object of your own creation. When I arrived, the moderator was solomnly explaining the artistic significance of a young woman seated in a chair. He seemed to be enjoying himself, so I played along and asked how one would place this piece of art in its historical context. We got going from that and discussed the relationship of art and observer and whether anything can be art if it is not observed and whether a found item can be art if one makes the effort to regard it as such.
Understand, this is all pure blagging on my part. I read just enough Sunday supplements left behind on trains to understand the jargon, but I think it's pure malarkey.
We were having a ball. One of the audience was actually taking it seriously and saying that the young lady couldn't possibly be a work of art. Playing Devil's Advocate is fun, so I cheerfully pitched in on the 'art' side.
I was then asked if I'd brought any art myself. Nope, not a sausage. I asked for a plastic cup, poured a few drops of water in it and spent the next five to ten minutes cheerfully explaining why this was a piece of art of major significance, detailing its symbolism (a brief moment of embarassment when one of the audience asked why cups symbolise the femminine - is there any non-crude way of saying it resembles the vagina?), interpretation, relevance to society, and environmental significance. Amazingly, the doubter in the audience seemed convinced by all this. Her only reservation was that the exhibit's title 'Sylvia' depended on a knowledge of Greek in order to understand the significance of the connection to the word 'sylvan' (relating to woods) which was of course crucial to the proper understanding of part of my waffle.
It was great fun - I discovered afterwards that the moderator was Graham Higgins (one of the guests and a graphic artist). I'd never heard of him before, but got on well with him and went to his kaffee-klatch later in the weekend..
I tend to like con guests that I've never heard of - they often turn out to be the interesting ones.
Got talking to two interesting fans. I was rather spooked by the fact that their names were Ros and David, but I carefully didn't mention the coincidence to them. (I found that several times during the weekend I had to ask people to change the subject when conversation veered towards death or the like. Most people were fine if I just said: 'I recently lost my sister, please change the subject to something happy.' Only in one case did I have to walk away from a conversation when someone failed to take the hint and wanted to tell me about her dead mother.)
We were talking so much that the hall was full and we couldn't get into the opening ceremony. So we went and wrote a filk instead.
THen it was the guild meetings. We'd all been given a chance to join a guild when we arrived. I joined the Assassains (I was dressed in a purple velvet suit and assassains on the Discworld are *always* well dressed). The guilds were meant mosty as an ice-breaker by the con organisers, but they took on a life of their own. Conjurers leant trick and entertained children, I accepted a contract from a committee member to kill one of the dealers, merchants sold goods and ran gambling games, plumbers put signs on faulty toilets, alchemists did drug-testing. The variations were endless as people worked for points and also just to do things in character.
Henry joined the alchemists and got involved in all sorts of stuff. Richard was with the plumbers and dunnekin divers. (He earned some points from small competitions, but as a guild they had less scope than some) Can't remember what I did after that, but I think it basically involved lots of talking until I took a relatively early night.
Saturday.
Spent most of the morning in the dealer's room on the Redemption stand. We certainly picked up a couple of members at Discworld and suspect we may get some more in the next week or two. What I really liked was that almost nobody asked 'who are the guests?'. Discworld fans understand what a programme-based convention is.
I went along and caught the last part of the Vogon poetry contest. The winner (which I only heard in the closing ceremony) would have made McGonagall proud.
I went to a talk in the main hall by Lionel Fanthorpe on imaginary gods. It was good, but not really about what I had hoped it would be about. Dealer's room again followed by the belly dancing class. (I enjoy dance workshops at conventions. I like dancing and I find they often help wake me up and loosen up the parts that have got stiff from too much standing and sitting).
Was going to go to something intelligent after that, but in the room below was the Buffy musical being performed by fans, so I went into that instead. Half way through, for no reason at all, I started thinking of Rosalie and just sat and cried for several minutes. Fortunately, everyone was watching the musical and didn't notice.
Went to chocolate-tasting workshop to cheer up. Lots of squares of chocolate - can you tell which brand is which? Some nice, some horible. I'm pretty certain the worst one was Hershey, but I wasn't able to stay till the end to find out. I did check out one of my favourites though and was told it was Bournville. I must go and get a bar.
Maskerade.
When you're in a masquerade, you do an awful lot of sitting around and waiting and never see any of the actual event. Heaven knows why we do it, but we do. The Discworld has the best masquerade I've ever seen (I've never been to a Worldcon, but you'd have to be at that level to compare). When I thought about it, the reason became clear. Pratchett's books are full of colourful characters in colourful and distinctive costumes. It allows enormous scope for a fancy dress fan. There were around 40 entries (some of them more than one person). The standard was staggering. I don't say that lightly. I saw many of the entries close up.
The overall winner was Teddy and friends as a group of the Nac Mac Feegle. A simple entry in many senses as the costume isn't that complex, (blue body paint and tartan worn the old-fashioned way), but they carried it off with fantastic style. Even without seeing the actual entry (which probably had something to do with sheep-stealing as they had Flossie the home-made sheep with them) you could tell that they were going to be very very funny. I haven't even read 'Wee Free Men' yet, but I already know what kind of people the Nac Mac Feegle are going to be just from watch that group larking about and talking in character.
The fan who was dressed as a phoenix won the masterclass entry. Stunning. The fabric, the way it was assembled. Even the way she stood when wearing it. She looked like a bird.
The daughter outlaw in her first ever masquerade at her first ever convention did a striptease 'Full Monty' style as death. Very funny and went down very well with the audience.
Tech worked miracles. Our entry alone had three different sound cues. Multiply that by 40 and work out the task involved. I know Kelvin spent the best part of a day putting it all together in order. The only mistake that happened was a fan who gave them a tape without clearly marking which side was to be played (verbal instructions get lost - paper labels stick on).
The judges took over an hour to reach a decision. I'm not surprised.
I would have gone to CAssununder's sex tips, but a. it was cancelled (though I only discovered that later) and b. the similar item that replaced it was in a time slot that was during the masquerade over-run so I missed it anyway.
Fortunately, the next day (or some day - I lose track of these things) I got talking to a member of the merchant's guild who was trying to get me to try a gambling game (I worked out the odds were 2:1 in his favour and declined, but apparantly he gained quite a few tokens off people with less mathematical ability). We ended up talking when we bumped into each other at various times and discovered that we had a friend in common,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grumpoldusenaut, and that he actually recognised my name from way back when I used to write for Flagship magazine. (You have to be terribly old and have been invoved in PBM gaming to recognise the names of games like 'Serim Ral' which he'd worked on, and 'Delenda est Carthago', which was the postal game I used to run.) Anyway Graham (Affordable) was the guy who would have run the panel to replace Cassanunder as his real-life business is selling affordable leather gear for bondage enthusiasts. Over the weekend, we got nattering about game design and web sites and all sorts.
Sunday
Went to the gripe session (I do this at any con if I can make it). There weren't any gripes worthy of mention, so I said thanks to the commmitte members there as I was having a great time. Always thank committee members - I know from personal experience how much work they do and thanks is all the reward they get. They're my kind of committee members - they pay their own hotel bills, membership, etc. and then they work most of the weekend as well.
I seem to have spent a lot of Sunday in the dealer's room as I look at the programme and it looks like loads of things that I missed. I did manage the 'create your own religion' session though. That was fun. Inside of an hour, we had an entire religion based around shrubs, a couple of prophets, sacred tenets, appropriate wear for priests and even a couple of hymns and a sacred symbol.
When the dealer's room shut for lunch, I dropped into a quiz session which was a cheerful mixture of lots of radio/tv quizes. Graham Higgins was moderating, so I got a chance to join in the 'Call my bluff' part of the game. I do so love inventing thing to do with words.
After more dealer's room I met another fan with a concertina and we sat outside in the sun for a while and swopped tunes and sang a bit and chatted about Morris dancing and the like.
Spend some time with Graham (Affordable) and Richard trying to design a card game. Graham might be interested in having a credit card ordering system on his web site and as Richard's only just finished doing one for another customer I suspect they'll end up talking. Amusing really. I'm fascinated by kink. Richard doesn't find it interesting at all. I'm not quite sure how he'd cope with a web site full of bondage gear... (Still, he's willing to try.)
I mentioned to Graham that he ought to try re-running the workshop that was cancelled due to the masquerade overrun. He wasn't sure that anyone would turn up. Fortunately the daughter outlaw wandered past at that moment. My son isn't interested in kink any more than his father is (unless she's worked very fast on him, which is possible) but his fiancee is very like me. They say boys go for girls like their mothers... She said he was the only boyfriend she'd had who didn't even blink at her writing gay porn about elves.
Anyway, she was keen on coming, so Graham posted a note on the updates board to say when and where.
I was going to go to the 'toast and jam' session, but when I went in I found that the volume was too high and it was a smoking venue. No way am I singing in a room full of smoke. I won't risk losing my voice.
Graham's session pulled around a dozen people which wasn't at all bad considering the short notice. We spent an interesting hour looking at samples and discussing BDSM in general.
Ended up in the bar talking (I noticed Richard was having a good time with some of Om's female acolytes. He'd gone in costume to the Chuch of Om service and met a lot of people there). When the bar got too smokey and noisy I wandered out and met some new interesting people and ended up discussing everything from the relationship of pyschology to brain chemistry to the funding of university research. I like fans. Went to bed far too late, but happy.
Monday.
Slept late. Steve seemed happy to do most of the day in the dealer's room, so I left him to it. Missed most of the things I'd intended to do in the morning as I bumped into Graham (Affordable) and we decided to go and play 'Thud'. There was an ongoing tournament all weekend and Henry was doing pretty well in it. I've only ever played it about once, and as Graham hadn't played it at all we were pretty well matched. We won one game each, both winning as the trolls, which is the side that normally wins with novice players. (It's a tactical board game based on the Discworld battle of Koom Valley)
Went to Dave Langford's talk on Ansible, but he writes better than he talks, so it was interesting, but not terribly so.
Talked to fans, went to a talk on creating games and puzzles by Trevor Turan who designed 'Thud'. Interesting, but focused on tactical rather than social games. When I design, I tend to design social games. Still, it was worth going to. Went to the closing ceremony. Henry had just missed winning the Thud tournament (got beaten by a nice bloke from Estonia) but his team of Alchemists had won the Unseen Univesity Challenge.
It was good to see him and everyone else collecting their prizes, mostly prints and the like.
Then I got called up, which caught me totally by surprise. I didn't know I'd won anything! I'd been awarded a dead parrot for winning the 'Turn-up prize'. Yee ha! It totally made my day. I was just so happy that it's hard to rationalise. All I know is that it was a momento of a session that I'd really enjoyed and a lift at the point in a con where you're normally just about to succumb to post-con blues.
It's a really beautiful cuddly toy of a realistic yellow-crested (sometimes known as sulphur-crested) cockatoo. I guessed what it was and looked it up on the web when I got home. They're native to Indonesia and severly endangered due to collecting for the pet trade.
When the closing ceremony was over, we helped tech with the breakdown. Coiling cables, pulling up marker tape, carrying staging blocks back to storage, etc. Saw Henry up a ladder helping to take down lighting and Richard doing all sorts.
I took a break after an hour as my head was aching a bit, and went and nattered to the fan from Estonia. Afterwards, I realised that this was the first time all weekend that I'd actually discussed Pratchett's books!
Richard, Henry, myself and the god Om travelled up on Friday. (Om was half on the back seat and half in the boot - he takes up a lot of space.) Kelvin and the daughter outlaw travelled up on Thursday as Kelvin was heavily involved in tech and needed to be there to help with the set up.
I haven't a clue what we did when we arrived. Memory is already fading, but we did all the general booking in things and although I don't know many Discworld regulars I still found a few familiar faces and got chatting to loads of new ones. Conventions are such wonderful places for meeting people - they're full of fans!
I went along to a game of 'werewolf'. A nice mixer game for around 10 - 15 people that rewards those able to manipulate mob hysteria (which is why I usually survive until around half way through the game). For the first half of the game, there's a momentum in which the players all gang up on anyone you suggest might be the werewolf - after that, they start wondering if you're the werewolf (I wasn't, but there's no way of telling) and decide to lynch you instead.
As Richard and I were entering the maskerade as Om (he's a god in the form of a tortoise for those who don't know) and Brutha (his only believer) we went to the maskerade preparation.
AFter we'd done our bit we were able to go, so, looking for something to do that I could wander into part-way through, I drifted into a programme item called 'The Turn-up Prize'. The idea as far as I could tell was to take the mickey out of the 'Turner Prize' and bring/make an art object of your own creation. When I arrived, the moderator was solomnly explaining the artistic significance of a young woman seated in a chair. He seemed to be enjoying himself, so I played along and asked how one would place this piece of art in its historical context. We got going from that and discussed the relationship of art and observer and whether anything can be art if it is not observed and whether a found item can be art if one makes the effort to regard it as such.
Understand, this is all pure blagging on my part. I read just enough Sunday supplements left behind on trains to understand the jargon, but I think it's pure malarkey.
We were having a ball. One of the audience was actually taking it seriously and saying that the young lady couldn't possibly be a work of art. Playing Devil's Advocate is fun, so I cheerfully pitched in on the 'art' side.
I was then asked if I'd brought any art myself. Nope, not a sausage. I asked for a plastic cup, poured a few drops of water in it and spent the next five to ten minutes cheerfully explaining why this was a piece of art of major significance, detailing its symbolism (a brief moment of embarassment when one of the audience asked why cups symbolise the femminine - is there any non-crude way of saying it resembles the vagina?), interpretation, relevance to society, and environmental significance. Amazingly, the doubter in the audience seemed convinced by all this. Her only reservation was that the exhibit's title 'Sylvia' depended on a knowledge of Greek in order to understand the significance of the connection to the word 'sylvan' (relating to woods) which was of course crucial to the proper understanding of part of my waffle.
It was great fun - I discovered afterwards that the moderator was Graham Higgins (one of the guests and a graphic artist). I'd never heard of him before, but got on well with him and went to his kaffee-klatch later in the weekend..
I tend to like con guests that I've never heard of - they often turn out to be the interesting ones.
Got talking to two interesting fans. I was rather spooked by the fact that their names were Ros and David, but I carefully didn't mention the coincidence to them. (I found that several times during the weekend I had to ask people to change the subject when conversation veered towards death or the like. Most people were fine if I just said: 'I recently lost my sister, please change the subject to something happy.' Only in one case did I have to walk away from a conversation when someone failed to take the hint and wanted to tell me about her dead mother.)
We were talking so much that the hall was full and we couldn't get into the opening ceremony. So we went and wrote a filk instead.
THen it was the guild meetings. We'd all been given a chance to join a guild when we arrived. I joined the Assassains (I was dressed in a purple velvet suit and assassains on the Discworld are *always* well dressed). The guilds were meant mosty as an ice-breaker by the con organisers, but they took on a life of their own. Conjurers leant trick and entertained children, I accepted a contract from a committee member to kill one of the dealers, merchants sold goods and ran gambling games, plumbers put signs on faulty toilets, alchemists did drug-testing. The variations were endless as people worked for points and also just to do things in character.
Henry joined the alchemists and got involved in all sorts of stuff. Richard was with the plumbers and dunnekin divers. (He earned some points from small competitions, but as a guild they had less scope than some) Can't remember what I did after that, but I think it basically involved lots of talking until I took a relatively early night.
Saturday.
Spent most of the morning in the dealer's room on the Redemption stand. We certainly picked up a couple of members at Discworld and suspect we may get some more in the next week or two. What I really liked was that almost nobody asked 'who are the guests?'. Discworld fans understand what a programme-based convention is.
I went along and caught the last part of the Vogon poetry contest. The winner (which I only heard in the closing ceremony) would have made McGonagall proud.
I went to a talk in the main hall by Lionel Fanthorpe on imaginary gods. It was good, but not really about what I had hoped it would be about. Dealer's room again followed by the belly dancing class. (I enjoy dance workshops at conventions. I like dancing and I find they often help wake me up and loosen up the parts that have got stiff from too much standing and sitting).
Was going to go to something intelligent after that, but in the room below was the Buffy musical being performed by fans, so I went into that instead. Half way through, for no reason at all, I started thinking of Rosalie and just sat and cried for several minutes. Fortunately, everyone was watching the musical and didn't notice.
Went to chocolate-tasting workshop to cheer up. Lots of squares of chocolate - can you tell which brand is which? Some nice, some horible. I'm pretty certain the worst one was Hershey, but I wasn't able to stay till the end to find out. I did check out one of my favourites though and was told it was Bournville. I must go and get a bar.
Maskerade.
When you're in a masquerade, you do an awful lot of sitting around and waiting and never see any of the actual event. Heaven knows why we do it, but we do. The Discworld has the best masquerade I've ever seen (I've never been to a Worldcon, but you'd have to be at that level to compare). When I thought about it, the reason became clear. Pratchett's books are full of colourful characters in colourful and distinctive costumes. It allows enormous scope for a fancy dress fan. There were around 40 entries (some of them more than one person). The standard was staggering. I don't say that lightly. I saw many of the entries close up.
The overall winner was Teddy and friends as a group of the Nac Mac Feegle. A simple entry in many senses as the costume isn't that complex, (blue body paint and tartan worn the old-fashioned way), but they carried it off with fantastic style. Even without seeing the actual entry (which probably had something to do with sheep-stealing as they had Flossie the home-made sheep with them) you could tell that they were going to be very very funny. I haven't even read 'Wee Free Men' yet, but I already know what kind of people the Nac Mac Feegle are going to be just from watch that group larking about and talking in character.
The fan who was dressed as a phoenix won the masterclass entry. Stunning. The fabric, the way it was assembled. Even the way she stood when wearing it. She looked like a bird.
The daughter outlaw in her first ever masquerade at her first ever convention did a striptease 'Full Monty' style as death. Very funny and went down very well with the audience.
Tech worked miracles. Our entry alone had three different sound cues. Multiply that by 40 and work out the task involved. I know Kelvin spent the best part of a day putting it all together in order. The only mistake that happened was a fan who gave them a tape without clearly marking which side was to be played (verbal instructions get lost - paper labels stick on).
The judges took over an hour to reach a decision. I'm not surprised.
I would have gone to CAssununder's sex tips, but a. it was cancelled (though I only discovered that later) and b. the similar item that replaced it was in a time slot that was during the masquerade over-run so I missed it anyway.
Fortunately, the next day (or some day - I lose track of these things) I got talking to a member of the merchant's guild who was trying to get me to try a gambling game (I worked out the odds were 2:1 in his favour and declined, but apparantly he gained quite a few tokens off people with less mathematical ability). We ended up talking when we bumped into each other at various times and discovered that we had a friend in common,
grumpoldusenaut, and that he actually recognised my name from way back when I used to write for Flagship magazine. (You have to be terribly old and have been invoved in PBM gaming to recognise the names of games like 'Serim Ral' which he'd worked on, and 'Delenda est Carthago', which was the postal game I used to run.) Anyway Graham (Affordable) was the guy who would have run the panel to replace Cassanunder as his real-life business is selling affordable leather gear for bondage enthusiasts. Over the weekend, we got nattering about game design and web sites and all sorts.Sunday
Went to the gripe session (I do this at any con if I can make it). There weren't any gripes worthy of mention, so I said thanks to the commmitte members there as I was having a great time. Always thank committee members - I know from personal experience how much work they do and thanks is all the reward they get. They're my kind of committee members - they pay their own hotel bills, membership, etc. and then they work most of the weekend as well.
I seem to have spent a lot of Sunday in the dealer's room as I look at the programme and it looks like loads of things that I missed. I did manage the 'create your own religion' session though. That was fun. Inside of an hour, we had an entire religion based around shrubs, a couple of prophets, sacred tenets, appropriate wear for priests and even a couple of hymns and a sacred symbol.
When the dealer's room shut for lunch, I dropped into a quiz session which was a cheerful mixture of lots of radio/tv quizes. Graham Higgins was moderating, so I got a chance to join in the 'Call my bluff' part of the game. I do so love inventing thing to do with words.
After more dealer's room I met another fan with a concertina and we sat outside in the sun for a while and swopped tunes and sang a bit and chatted about Morris dancing and the like.
Spend some time with Graham (Affordable) and Richard trying to design a card game. Graham might be interested in having a credit card ordering system on his web site and as Richard's only just finished doing one for another customer I suspect they'll end up talking. Amusing really. I'm fascinated by kink. Richard doesn't find it interesting at all. I'm not quite sure how he'd cope with a web site full of bondage gear... (Still, he's willing to try.)
I mentioned to Graham that he ought to try re-running the workshop that was cancelled due to the masquerade overrun. He wasn't sure that anyone would turn up. Fortunately the daughter outlaw wandered past at that moment. My son isn't interested in kink any more than his father is (unless she's worked very fast on him, which is possible) but his fiancee is very like me. They say boys go for girls like their mothers... She said he was the only boyfriend she'd had who didn't even blink at her writing gay porn about elves.
Anyway, she was keen on coming, so Graham posted a note on the updates board to say when and where.
I was going to go to the 'toast and jam' session, but when I went in I found that the volume was too high and it was a smoking venue. No way am I singing in a room full of smoke. I won't risk losing my voice.
Graham's session pulled around a dozen people which wasn't at all bad considering the short notice. We spent an interesting hour looking at samples and discussing BDSM in general.
Ended up in the bar talking (I noticed Richard was having a good time with some of Om's female acolytes. He'd gone in costume to the Chuch of Om service and met a lot of people there). When the bar got too smokey and noisy I wandered out and met some new interesting people and ended up discussing everything from the relationship of pyschology to brain chemistry to the funding of university research. I like fans. Went to bed far too late, but happy.
Monday.
Slept late. Steve seemed happy to do most of the day in the dealer's room, so I left him to it. Missed most of the things I'd intended to do in the morning as I bumped into Graham (Affordable) and we decided to go and play 'Thud'. There was an ongoing tournament all weekend and Henry was doing pretty well in it. I've only ever played it about once, and as Graham hadn't played it at all we were pretty well matched. We won one game each, both winning as the trolls, which is the side that normally wins with novice players. (It's a tactical board game based on the Discworld battle of Koom Valley)
Went to Dave Langford's talk on Ansible, but he writes better than he talks, so it was interesting, but not terribly so.
Talked to fans, went to a talk on creating games and puzzles by Trevor Turan who designed 'Thud'. Interesting, but focused on tactical rather than social games. When I design, I tend to design social games. Still, it was worth going to. Went to the closing ceremony. Henry had just missed winning the Thud tournament (got beaten by a nice bloke from Estonia) but his team of Alchemists had won the Unseen Univesity Challenge.
It was good to see him and everyone else collecting their prizes, mostly prints and the like.
Then I got called up, which caught me totally by surprise. I didn't know I'd won anything! I'd been awarded a dead parrot for winning the 'Turn-up prize'. Yee ha! It totally made my day. I was just so happy that it's hard to rationalise. All I know is that it was a momento of a session that I'd really enjoyed and a lift at the point in a con where you're normally just about to succumb to post-con blues.
It's a really beautiful cuddly toy of a realistic yellow-crested (sometimes known as sulphur-crested) cockatoo. I guessed what it was and looked it up on the web when I got home. They're native to Indonesia and severly endangered due to collecting for the pet trade.
When the closing ceremony was over, we helped tech with the breakdown. Coiling cables, pulling up marker tape, carrying staging blocks back to storage, etc. Saw Henry up a ladder helping to take down lighting and Richard doing all sorts.
I took a break after an hour as my head was aching a bit, and went and nattered to the fan from Estonia. Afterwards, I realised that this was the first time all weekend that I'd actually discussed Pratchett's books!
Bondage gear????
(Anonymous) 2004-08-24 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)Alastair
Re: Bondage gear????
Reminds me of the fan who wrote a story about sex in a jacuzzi. She said the problem was that foreverafter everyone assumed she'd actually *had* sex in a jacuzzi.
There's a reason I gave this livejournal address to you and Gillian but not to my parents...
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Gina
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Re: Bondage gear????
(Anonymous) 2004-08-25 02:41 am (UTC)(link)I suppose this means we ought to have a "whip round" sometime :)
Alastair.
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And you've met Affordable Graham? I've only ever read him over
See you soon--am expecting to arrive at some point on Friday 3rd and leave on Monday morning--is this sensible?
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Thank you - grin. I couldn't resist the definition in Brewers Phrase and Fable.
He's a nice bloke. We've been chatting away merrily over e-mail. Do you want me to ask if he'd like to see Les Barker? I think you'd like him. (but I think he's working on the Sunday)
Sounds good to me.