Coalescent

Monday was pretty relaxed. People were leaving, the con was winding down. I had two more panels: new sf tv, on which I argued with Paul Cornell about Doctor Who, and The Future of Fandom, in which the future of fandom arrived and beat the panel with sticks.

Time for a last pass around the dealer's room (didn't buy anything, but picked up some review copies for Strange Horizons, plus was given a rather fab Magic For Beginners tshirt by Kelly and Gavin), then I helped pack up the Foundation stall. Went out for dinner with Andrew, Liz, Mattia, Rachel, Zoe ... and Nat, yay! We phoned Dan and made him sing down the phone at us because the music in the restaurant was so bad.

Stopped in at the dead dog party, but was too dog-tired to stay for long. Today we've mooched around Glasgow a bit, and now there's just the long train ride home. I can't believe I'll be back at work tomorrow.

It makes me happy that Wonka Whipple Scrumptious Fudgemallow delights now exist. They are so very tasty.

- Ate the biggest breakfast ever.
- Went to a panel on 'character vs science in hard sf' and really regretted it. New rule: do not go to panels where over half the participants are both american and over 50.
- Manned the bsfa stall for an hour.
- Went to a very good panel about fantasy cities. There's a complementary panel about science fiction cities later in the weekend, which I'm looking forward to.
- Realised I was sitting in front of Kelly Link, Gavin Grant, Christopher Rowe and Gwenda Bond. Said hi and ended up chatting with them in the bar for an hour. They are all cool people. Unsurprisingly.
- Went to Chris Rowe's reading, which was great.
- Met Chance! Finally. Dragged her to Graham's panel on Chris Priest, then back to the bar, then to Call My Bluff, then lost her. D'oh.
- Went to the evening play, Lucas Back In Anger, which was fun but overlong.
- Went out for dinner. Excellent food, excellent company, excellent conversation.
- Checked out the room parties at the Hilton. Still not sure I quite get the room party thing.
- Tomorrow is day of doom: I'm on three programme items in one afternoon.