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lithraelI really can't say anything else.
Blackpool was all right, the con was small and the folks who ran it practically treated us like guests. The actual guests were wonderful; I got to see Nick Courtney again (and he remembered me, hee!) and Deborah Watling and Sophie Aldred (both of them looked amazing, Sophie, wow, heheh... I wanted to be her practically the whole time I was a teenager) and Colin Baker were all very personable and great fun. The hotel kind of... sucked, especially for the hideous price. But the beach was wonderfully english and dreary and I didn't kill anyone driving, not all weekend. Besides the roundabouts, driving was actually fairly pleasant.
I'm stuck in England for a few more days than expected and I'm paying directly out the ass for my new ticket back because I didn't cancel my original return flight correctly/in enough time.
But I can't say I'm unhappy about it.
Oh, and Frazer took me and Van out to dinner after the con. :D
Blackpool was all right, the con was small and the folks who ran it practically treated us like guests. The actual guests were wonderful; I got to see Nick Courtney again (and he remembered me, hee!) and Deborah Watling and Sophie Aldred (both of them looked amazing, Sophie, wow, heheh... I wanted to be her practically the whole time I was a teenager) and Colin Baker were all very personable and great fun. The hotel kind of... sucked, especially for the hideous price. But the beach was wonderfully english and dreary and I didn't kill anyone driving, not all weekend. Besides the roundabouts, driving was actually fairly pleasant.
I'm stuck in England for a few more days than expected and I'm paying directly out the ass for my new ticket back because I didn't cancel my original return flight correctly/in enough time.
But I can't say I'm unhappy about it.
Oh, and Frazer took me and Van out to dinner after the con. :D
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Date: 2007-11-12 05:36 pm (UTC)After Van went home, Frazer bought a big thing of chips wrapped up in a paper cone, doused them in vinegar and salt, and carried them for us to eat with bitty plastic forks while we wandered around shopping and looking at war memorial displays... A big line of jeeps and armored cars in the market square, with guys in uniform taking donations for poppies (Frazer already had one on when we met him)... Oh, sigh. He was wonderful. He was so wonderful.
They were the most delicious chips I will ever have, too...