Note to self: even if you live within a 20 minutes walking distance from the convention venue, and you're pretty sure you can move all the boxes you have to on foot in multiple trips, remember: rain exists. This is a problem when all your stock is being kept in cardboard boxes.
However, once you've ordered a taxi on short notice and the driver goes to the front entrance of your building, even though you specifically told the company where to find the back entrance and to please use that one, lugged your boxes into the building whilst Judge Dredd picks the absolute WORST time to decide to search you for narcotics, and have set up shop on your table, you may find you see some friendly faces.
If you're lucky, you may find yourself sat right next to your good friends Owen Watts and Geoffry Crescent from The Psychedelic Journal of Time Travel.
Pictured: Geoffry, and the place Owen would have been sitting if I'd remembered to take any photos of him, despite being his neighbour for the entire weekend. Whoops.
As a matter of fact, you'll find that you might see lots of people you know in the near vicinity, like Jack West-Oram:
"I'm Jack West-Oram and this thing I'm holding is the best thing I've ever read. PS: I hope no one misquotes me later."
Andrew Scalfe, in the table behind you, who will kindly let you hang a Wild Thorlax display t-shirt on the back of his banner...
...even if you do accidentally destroy this by tripping into it later on.
"I'll get you next time Scrase! Next time!"
Further down the way, you could run into Water Closet Press's Jordan Coliver and Richard Worth...
...and snag yourself a very snazzy (and free) Ladies and Gentleman t-shirt:
Why yes, that is a mustache and monocle on my chest. Thanks for noticing.
It's possible you'll get visit from Michael Smith, who penciled and inked Zip #6, and this other guy who has nothing to do with comics really, but is a personal friend nevertheless:
(Smith on the left, comics hating bastard on the right).
And as it always is at a convention, you can expect to see lots of awesome cosplay. Where else in the world, for example, could you expect to see Batman fighting Bane...
...culminating in Batman and Bane hugging it out...
...and getting married?
Do remember not to skip gym sessions though, or you may find yourself utterly failing to pick up Mjolnir*, and embarrassing yourself in front of Thor:
* Originally had a picture of myself attempting to pick up the hammer, but I couldn't find it when I came to write this blog. I wanted to include this picture anyway because I loved the costume.
It's okay though, because even if you aren't worthy to be the God of Thunder, you can still have a crack at stealing Loki's staff:
"Once I have the essence of Tom Hiddleston's power, I will be adored by fangirls all over the world!"
And even if you do put in those hours in the weight room, chances are Rogue will just come along and steal your strength anyway:
Although, the X-Men's resident Southern Belle touched me. I can't really complain.
Which will actually be really handy if a punch up should kick off...
Wait... where was Batman while this was happening?
But I think, as this blog demonstrates, the biggest thing to take away from any convention is: bring a camera! You never know what you're going to see!
Although you'll probably see some Stormtroppers. There are always Stormtroppers. Those are pretty routine at this point.
See you guys at the next BCE!
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