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Kittens! (And some less fun stuff)

It’s been a busy couple of weeks, starting with the fact that Cats Protection finally contacted after three months waiting and we now have an adorable pair of black kittens who we’ve named Quentin and Alice. They’re very well socialized thanks to the nice lady who was fostering them, and despite her claim that they are “naughty kittens” they’ve adjusted very quickly, seem very comfortable with people, and only climbed up the curtains that one time.

Around the same time of the above we got some much sadder news, that John’s grandfather had died. He was ninety-nine, just a couple of months ago the family had started to plan for his hundredth celebration, so it wasn’t entirely a shock.

In more mundane matters, I managed to have my wallet stolen, which wouldn’t be a big deal what with online banking and card freezes nowadays, but did cost me a couple hundred pounds because my BRP was in my wallet – on my list for next month is getting some other form of photo ID to carry for basic purposes. The replacement process is more opaque than it should be, and very stressful, but luckily it’s also reasonably fast and I should have a new card by next week.

So yeah, that’s July so far and it still has a solid week to go.

Pupper, snek, etc

The last week has been very warm in the UK, even to the point I’ve been okay with it starting to drop back down again. Still, the sunshine allowed us to have our second barbecue, on a Thursday this time so shorter but with 100% more dog (Elda, a dorbs Westie).

Shortly thereafter John headed off northwards for a conference, which means a week of letting the laundry pile up and letting my eating habits slowly deteriorate, hurrah! Also binging shows that we don’t watch together – Big Little Lies y’all! The first couple of episodes of The Bodyguard, which I’m not entirely convinced by, and then back to Killing Eve which should get me to Tuesday.

I also went to a birthday party that had zero dogs but one ball python, which I got to hold until it got bored. So not a bad weekend all in all.

Kent!

On Friday the 14th (not quite as ominous, is it) I had a nice lunch with an old co-worker who now lives in Sweden and then after work John and I headed up to the Unity Brewing Taproom, which we had intended to go to for ages. Turns out it is moving near St. Mary’s stadium soon, so I’m glad we got to see the old digs before that. Back home we packed and got in a good night sleep in preparation for the weekend adventure exploring Kent. John’s parents got in around 9:30am and after a hearty full English at Miss Ellie’s Café in Bitterne Triangle, we hit the road.

It was early afternoon when we got into Margate, and after checking into our AirBnb we immediately walked down to the beach. It was a bit windy and overcast, but generally nice. We bought jellied eels in the spirit of experimentation, and agreed that while not as gross as the name suggests they are probably something we don’t need to have again. A soft serve ice cream palate cleanser followed shortly, then we explored the little cluster of boutiques, which had some really fantastic vintage clothes as well as other cool stuff. John and I had a cheeky snack of soul food chicken wings from the Smoke Shack at the Old Kent Market, a delightful gallery of food and shops which we meant to re-visit but didn’t quite manage. Then we met up with his parents and had a pint at The Lifeboat (not a Brewdog) before a proper dinner at a nice Caribbean place called Olbys

Sunday morning we drove to Whitstable for a walk on the beach. But first we checked out a quirky micropub called The Black Dog, a dark wood venue covered with cool art and serving very nice beers. We walked along the beach trail all the way to Herne Bay, the wind made the walk a bit more tiring that it would have been otherwise, but it was fun to see the traditional rows of colourful beach huts along the way. By the time we arrived back at the car it was time for our next beer, but sadly the place we had planned to go was closed on Mondays so instead we headed back to Margate and a tasty meal at a Sri Lankan place called Riz. We had dosas and a curry with an entire crab in it, which was messy but good, bet was the mutton. After dinner we went to Fez, an even quirkier place than the Black Dog, and then one street over to The Two Halves, which was much plainer inside but made up for it with an seafront view. I was pretty tired by the time we got back but we did manage to squeeze in one game of Railroad Ink.

The flat we were staying in was cute and well located, but a bit warm – so I the next morning I started off a little bleary-eyed, though to be fair still far chipper than if I had been going to work. The plan for the day was heading first to Ramsgate, where John made his traditional pilgrimage to the local board game shop followed by a nice walk on the beach, which had more dead crabs than expected but was otherwise very nice. Then we drove over to Deal to check out Deal Castle, which is more of a coastal fort but pleasingly rounded and full of proto-stalactites. We had a walk along the waterfront and then drove over to Broadstairs four our last microbrew of the weekend, The Four Candles. Then it was back home for a dinner of fish and chips while watching the sunset.

And then it was our last day, we packed and put everything in the car with the plan to get some pastries at a bakery we’d spotted in the Old Kent Market. When we got there they only had some sausage rolls in the display case, so we walked down to The Coffee Shed, which had lovely pain au chocolat and au raisin, plus some delicious nata tarts. As we dug into out pastries, Ruth spotted the baker from the Old Kent Market bakery delivering a batch of fresh pastries, so it turned out we got exactly what we wanted anyway! 

Our last bit of sightseeing in Margate was the Shell Grotto – which is a truly wonderful mystery. A strange underground cavern/temple/folly/grotto encrusted in intricate shell patterns, built at some point before 1835, by persons unknown for reasons that seem likely to be religious but really who knows? It was great. The gift shop is pretty on point with its theming too, so I enjoyed the whole experience immensely.

We said goodbye to Margate and headed to our last adventure of the holiday; Canterbury! Or more specifically Canterbury Cathedral. Ruth and Charles had already seen it so they wandered the city while John and I spent the next couple of hours in the cathedral. It is currently undergoing renovations, because that’s what cathedrals do basically, and therefore there was quite a bit of scaffolding and whatnot, but it is a massive building with surrounding grounds and structures so we had plenty to see; the sculpture memorializing Thomas Becket’s martyrdom, beautiful stained glass, ancient murals in the crypts, plus Victorian graffiti. We even ran into someone who recognized John from Eastercon, because fandom is everywhere.

Eventually our eyes and brains were full and all that was left was the drive home with a stop for unexpectedly delicious Italian food at La Campania in Arundel.

Ytterbium – Eastercon 2019

This year, Eastercon was at the Park Inn Heathrow, right by the airport. My very first Eastercon was also at Heathrow, just down the road at a different hotel. That year I was incredibly jet lagged, which seriously affected my enjoyment of the con (and let’s be honest, the con’s enjoyment of me). I’m happy to report that the Park Inn experience was vastly superior!

John and I arrived early afternoon on Friday and as soon as we stepped of the bus we ran into Hanna Hakkarainen, also on her way to the con, always a good way to start a convention. As we crossed the road to our hotel, I noticed a few people in badges wandering past.

Choosing to not be at the main hotel is always a bit of a risk, but it worked out nicely; the Renaissance was nice and the ten-minute walk entirely reasonable.  What really made it work, though, was that there was a small group of us staying there, so we had an excuse to start each day with breakfast together, which is not only fun but a good incentive to start the day promptly at 9am (gosh).

We unpacked, tidied up, and hustled over to pick up our badges. The Fishlifters were staffing the reg desk and soon we were chatting and perusing the Readme. The con provided pretty rainbow lanyards with no specific branding, which I rather liked, but we’d brought our lightsabre lanyards from Star Wars Celebration. (I’m happy to report convention made a point of collecting their lanyards at the end of the weekend to donate to another con). There was also a table of buttons for pronouns, invisible disabilities, and approachability levels (green, yellow, red – the green ones ran out almost immediately). 

A good UK fannish tradition is having the souvenir book and the Readme as separate documents. The Readme has all the relevant information; hours, maps, code of conduct, etc. We skimmed that, checking for nearby restaurant options and trying to puzzle out the hotel floorplan. 

Like many UK con hotels, the Park Inn is a warren of corridors splitting off at angles. Entering the lobby from the street, the hotel bar is to the right; tall tables, some couches, and lots of good nooks and crannies for a quiet chat, but this space is ignorable for all other purposes. All the con space is on the right, in what the floorplan calls the Orbiter Center; just past the hotel restaurant a short corridor leads to a widened hallway containing Info, Registration, and Fan Tables – toilets conveniently located right there on one side. This little hub is nicely placed to spill into as long as people keep it moving (and everyone mostly did). A few steps further on; Art Show, Dealer’s Snug (more on this later) on the left and on the right the Fan Bar. 

The excellent Eastercon fan bar is a selection of real ale (plus a handful of ciders) brought in by the convention with the help of the hotel. In this case the beer boxes lined half a wall of the large room while another side was occupied by a basic hotel bar to purchase drink tickets and get a pint glass from (plus sodas, snacks, etc). As mentioned above, the main programme room/ballroom doors open out onto this space – so if you attended any of the main events, or if you wanted beer (most British fans do), or just a place to chill, you would eventually find yourself here. For me conventions work best this way, when there is one spot where if you wait long enough eventually you encounter every member of the con (except perhaps some hardy souls toiling away in Ops).

Finally, between the lobby and the main con space one long corridor heads deep into the interior of the hotel to the Aviator Centre. Along the corridor are rooms containing a one to three dealers each, a clever supplement to the smallish Dealer’s “Snug”. At the end of the corridor, past all the dealers you can find Ops and the Green Room, and then to the right it widens into a space surrounded by additional programming rooms.

One cool thing about the Park Inn is the aerospace theme, as you may have sussed out from the names mentioned so far. The Orbiter Centre rooms are all named for shuttles; the Dealers Room is in Endeavour, the Art Show in Altantis, and the big programming room Discovery. Meanwhile in the Aviator Centre the space theme continues with Armstrong and Johnson, but also includes early aviation; Wright, Earhart, and others are represented not just by room names but by colourful murals – which sadly I failed to photograph.

Our first order of business was Opening Ceremonies, where the guests were presented with very snazzy bedazzled tee shirts of the Ytterbium logo. The other highlight was the UK in 2024 Worldcon bid announcing Glasgow as its venue, and a very cool new logo.

The rest of my weekend was entirely open, but John was scheduled to be on multiple panels each day, including one Friday afternoon. We had a nice little wander through the art show and dealers, and then I left him in the Green room and I headed off attended a talk by Val Nolan about director Neil Jordan. Turns out Jordan is also a novelist; I was entirely unaware of this part of his career and look forward to checking out his novels.

I popped back to the room for quick nap and changed for the evening, then after some confusion joined the Renaissance gang back to the hotel for a pretty decent burger and a beer. Some folks stayed for dessert, but I was eager to head back for the first night of the con. The primary danger of a second hotel is lingering comfortably and letting the convention slip by without you.

There was a DJ dance, and as usual I popped between dancing and chatting. Apparently, the Dublin and DC 2021 Wordlcon bids took over the real ale bar and Discovery ballroom, though to be honest it was a bit hard to tell that was what was happening unless you were paying attention, which I wasn’t. 

Around 1am I packed it in for the night, drunk-hungry as I walked back to the hotel. I texted John on the topic and he suggested kebab… I was already back at the hotel by this point, but that word made me u-turn right back to the Park Inn. I met him and Tobes there and we determined the closest kebab was closed. I shamefacedly admitted that, actually, I was tempted by McDonalds. John has never been happier as in that moment, he’s been waiting close to a decade to hear me say that. It didn’t change my mind on the topic of their food quality, but it was a nice bonding experience all the same.

SATURDAY

Saturday morning we tried and failed to get to the Science in Movies panel by Rachael Livermore, I caught the end of it, and maybe even learned something, even if it was just that the good science isn’t always where you expect it (but the bad science mostly is). John got roped into staffing the Glasgow table for a bit and had some gaming panels after that, I went to the one about collectible card games and it was a lot of fun.

We both went to see Scalzi be interviewed by Emma Bull. Bull’s approach is a good fit to the loose charming Scalzi interview style. He’s always a good guest, consciously approachable, not humble in the traditional sense but self-effacing in that his confidence is also self-aware – and with an interesting breath of knowledge from his years as a film critic and later as president of SFWA. 

We saw him again shortly afterwards for the Paranoid Politics and Fantasy panel, which was good, but as I kind of expected it was much more about the politics and a lot less about the fiction. 

At 7pm it was time for the FAAAN FUND AUCTION, the highlight of Eastercon (probably). This year it was in an odd little nook, the Tereshkova room; right at the end of the corridor just past the main reg/art show/fan bar section. It worked out really well though, with just enough seating, a layout that permitted a bit of moving around, and a door-less space so folks could drift in and out without commitment. The auction was a lot of fun and raised over a grand for the various fan funds. I took home a Croatian SF Con tee shirt and a pavlova making kit. John got a whole bunch of Star Wars swag.

We met up with Tobes again and ventured offsite for dinner, aiming for fish and chips but landing on a pub called The Pheasant, which was very good indeed. I had a rack of lamb while John enjoyed a luscious pie the size of his head.

After the dance slowed down I decided to pop over to the film programme, I had meant to go earlier and wish I had now, but I did catch a decent low budget Nigerian zombie movie called OJUJU –  it started a bit slower and talkier that I would have liked, but once it got going I enjoyed it. The director, CJ Obasi, also has a newer short film called Hello, Rain which is based on a Nnedi Okorafor short story and an upcoming project about a water spirit, so definitely someone to keep an eye on genre-wise.

SUNDAY

Sunday’s first panel was Sydney Padua’s GOH interview by Tade Thompson. Padua is another delightful guest, full of anecdotes, and ebullient when speaking on topics she is enthusiastic about. I was vaguely aware that she worked in animation but not that it is her main career, or that she started out on The Iron Giant. 

The next panel I saw was about African/Afro-Caribbean SFF, Geoff Ryman moderating with Sharon Lewis, director of the Nalo Hopkinson adaptation Brown Girl Begins, and author Ezeiyoke Chukwunonso. It was interesting in general and specifically touched on an aspect of breaking into English-speaking (and other language generally) markets for translations that I had not considered; even if an author writes in English or has a work translated, you still ideally want editor familiar with the origin language/culture to spot typos or errors. Zen Cho later made the same point on a different panel later, mentioning a typo she made in a Malaysian word which of course her English editor couldn’t spot before publication.

I was back in the room shortly after for a talk; ‘A Brief History of the Ancient Worlds of Greece and Rome in the Cinema’ by Dr Tony Keen., which was the BSFA lecture. The original lecturer had been unable to make it, no official reason that I can find but apparently, enragingly, something to do with the hostile environment policy.

On a happier note, the substitute talk was quite fun; aside from a fun overview of an aspect of film history it did illustrate an interesting point by the lecturer; cinema goes to the Romans for history and the Greeks for Myth. I suspect there are many reasons, but he suggests one in particular which I kind of agree with; the fashion. That is, most ancient men in this climate region wore skirts, and to the modern Western eye that doesn’t quite look right. With Romans we make up for it by being over-the-top masculine, focusing on the warlike and sexually aggressive gritty historical. For the Greeks we have to go full fantasy.

A wander through the Dealer’s Snug yielded another two used paperbacks; Geoff Ryman’s The Warrior Who Carried Life and a replacement copy of Richard Adam’s Shardik – a book I used to re-read every few years, and was recently reminded of after seeing some wonderful Tehani illustrations inspired by it.

I met up with John and we headed to the Mechanical Computing, with Padua, Susan Stepney, Tom Briggs, and moderated by Nicholas Jackson. It touched on the Antikythera mechanism, the Colossus machine, and of coyrse Babbage’s Anatlytical Engine. Padua has some fascinating Maia illustrations of the machine, which she pointed out is actually the good one – the Difference Engine being much simpler but having the cooler sounding name.

By the end our brains were full but our stomachs were empty so we met up with the Fishlifters and a couple of friends, and headed across the road for a pub dinner at the Three Magpies.

The pub is notorious for consistently underestimating fannish crowds and running out of things. This year was no exception, plus the poor chef came down with something, so we were the last order to get served before he had to go to the hospital! We took our chances but to my knowledge it wasn’t contagious. Dinner was decent, not as good as the Pheasant but better than McDonalds, for whatever that’s worth.

Afterwards the gang headed back to the Park Inn while John and I popped back to the hotel to freshen up for the night, the big event being Robin and Kylie’s Wedding & Disco. I took longer than John, as always, and got back in time to see the first dance, which was lovely – the couple looked radiantly happy.

I danced on and off for the next few hours, popping in and out to chat with folks, and generally had a good ol’ time.

MONDAY

Monday we woke up for our last 9am breakfast buffet with the gang and planned our day. All of the 11:30 panels looked good, so I picked the Chrononauts, primarily because Zen Cho was on it, and her Sorcerer to the Crown was one of my favourite books of last year. It was fun, aptly moderatd by Virginia and with a nice selection of panellists with different perspectives and approaches – from the more serious minded Stewart Hotston to Cho’s thoughtful but fun-loving approach and Patrick Samphire focusing on the younger set. 

John joined me for the Future of Space Opera, with Scalzi, Aliette de Bodard, Zoe Sumra, moderated by Mel Mercer. It was good, though it didn’t delve much into the actual future. 

We grabbed curry at Sovereign, a corner market cunningly hidden behind a billboard, so despite it’s proximity and inclusion in the restaurant guide I had entirely missed it. Which is a shame, because they had a deli counter with sandwiches and excellent cheap curries, plus a few tables should you want to eat in. This on top of the actual grocery selection (and obligatory wall of London souvenirs)

We hurried back for Closing Ceremonies, which was packed. The guests were thanked, the Doc Weir award for excellence in volunteering given to Jamie Scott, and the festivities culminated in a standing ovation for Judi Hodgkin, who was the original chair of the convention before life circumstances changed everything and who is moving to Australia. It was very emotional.

We all filed out and started the traditional slow round of farewells. We found most, but not all, of the people we wanted to say bye to, made promises to see folks at Novacon/Satellite/Eastercon/Worldcon and then stepped out into the sun.

Book Challenge

Although I’m not so much about New Year’s resolutions, I am as prone as anybody to take stock in January and make some adjustments. Rather unoriginally they involve reading more and getting more personal projects done, though that impulse is as much driven by finally being settled in the new house as it is by the changing of the year.

So, signed up for the usual reading challenge, aiming for a book a week and doing okay so far with The Strange Case of the Alchemist’s Daughter (ehn) and the Girl With All the Gifts (excellent) under my belt, plus a good start on The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories. After that I’ll take a poke at my scattered “currently reading” pile and see if I can’t put one of those out of it’s misery.

Projects are underway, personal website back up and running (obvs), issue two of Lulzine being brainstormed, and Etsy store dusted off and awaiting input.

Also, John and I went up to London for Hogg’s birthday and we did food and culture.

All that and two journal entries. Not too bad for week three.

2019

Once again John and I headed up to Casa Coxon in Peterborough to spend the holidays with his parents. It was a smaller affair this year, his grandfather wasn’t able to come down from Halifax and of his brothers only George was about – but it was still nice, with good food and good company.

Things kicked off for me with my office Xmas dinner on the Friday before Xmas, which was four of us eating a heroic amount of Mexican food at La Baronia, and no one telling me they didn’t like tequila until after the pitcher of margaritas I ordered arrived. Saturday we just relaxed, did a couple of chores, and packed for the trip. We took the train up on Sunday. Monday night Xmas Eve, which meant carols on the green, a lovely tradition that was very well attended this year and ended with a mini “snow” storm provided by the Blue Bell pub, which adjoins the green. We each opened a small present in deference to my family traditions and then got to sleep early to be ready for crack-o-dawn stockings! Sanity prevailed this year and it was a much more civilized 7:30am wake up call… positively decadent. Everyone got too much chocolate and just enough toys, I snagged some really great socks to boot.

John’s grandmother came over a little later in the day and we had smoked salmon and champagne to tide us over to teatime, which was the traditional Xmas dinner, excellent as always. George and Kathryn were there in the morning but headed out to do presents and dinner with her parents this year. John and I had received our big present, a Dyson vaccuum, early – but there was still an abundance of great gifts. John got me a pendant to replace a previous one I was crushed at having lost, it’s even nicer than the original. Plus a Virgil Finlay wall calendar, something I did not know existed. George and Catehrine got me The Strange Case of the Alchemists’ Daughter, by Theodora Goss – which is good stuff so far.

The panto this year was Peter Pan, which had good sets and costuming, and generally a very good cast, but a middling dame unfortunately. Also I wonder if Pan is a good fit for a pantomime really. Still, it was a nice outing and all the yelling is always fun.

On the Friday we went up to Nottingham to visit Dave at the pub he manages there. It didn’t really make sent to bring two cars so John and I headed up on the train earlier and made a day of it, John by meeting a friend and a boardgame cafe and myself by visiting literally every charity shop in the city. It was great. The pub was very nice and located by a lovely old church, and we ended the night with dinner at Belgo – conveniently near the train station.

Then on the Saturday it was up to Halifax for lunch with John’s grandfather, at – you guessed it – a pub! This was more of your standard family friendly, food-serving sort of pub and the food was very nice, I had a extremely tasty bit of crispy pork belly.

Sunday was pretty relaxed, with the highlight a trip into town to have lunch with Laura and Julie, plus a quick jaunt to TK Maxx for me where I finally found the missing component to my NYE costume.

And then, just like that, it was the 31st. In the morning met G&K at the cinema to see Ralph Breaks the Internet, which I liked even better than the first one. In the afternoon we had coffee with Andrew and Katie, and little baby Sophie. And then it was basically time to get ready for the evening, which was a NYE shindig at the pub on the village green – basically right around the corner from the house. There was a very gently suggested costume theme of ‘rock n roll’, so I did a basic greaser outfit, made my hair as close to a pompadour as I could manage, and practiced my Fonz thumbs. There was a small smattering of people in the theme, and one awesome family decked out in full KISS makeup and outfits, with inflatable guitars. I felt a bit abashed as one of three entries we all received a prize (drink tickets!) when they had done such a great job, but it was very fun.

And then it was today, and time to take the train home. We made good time, even with a detour to Forbidden Planet on our way to Waterloo Station, and now all the presents are unpacked and put away. Still, the decorations will stay up until Friday, and the stocking chocolate will no down last well into next month.

New Who

First Thirteen episode today, and it was good! Not perfect, but really solid and more enjoyable that a lot of the previous season for me. Not sure about the music, but that’s always true. Hope the opening credits come back, presumably that was about time rather than gone for good.

Yeah, excited to see where it goes next.