Arrived Thursday morning, and immediately had room trouble. After feeling all virtuous for scouting out Cairncross the previous week, it transpired that they'd screwed our booking. They had us arriving on Thursday, just had neglected to allocate us a room until Friday. Grr. K got ready to explode, but they were quite open about it being their fault, and apologised that we'd have to switch rooms the next day. Oh well. I was happy that we had a room. K was still wound up after the catastrophe that is the Glasgow signposting system.
Over to the SECC to register. K got a ribbon. I sulked. I was being a non-volunteer, so didn't get anything fancy on my badge. Boo.
Saw various people we know: Smurf, Steve R, Judith, Eddie, etc.
Was going to go to the "Guide to the Convention" panel, but didn't manage it, and then sat on the Redemption Desk, so the first panel I got to was gaspode's "Two cultures" panel. rozk was on it too, and made some interesting points at the start about the Beeb, but didn't get a chance to make any more, because no-one got a change to get more than a sentence out before gaspode dived in. It's entertaining to watch, and can indeed be a programme item in itself, but I was curious what the other panellists had to say. (This isn't a dig at gaspode, btw, as I said later. I blame the moderator, who needed to be much stronger).
Followed that panel by one with steverogerson, on whether lesbianism is progressive in Buffy, Hex and Xena, which was okay, but not nearly so entertaining. I was somewhat annoyed by the comment that one should not make assumptions: making assumptions is fine, as long as you're aware that that's what they are. Still..
I think I did another stint on the desk after that, and then (K, gaspode, fifitrix and altariel) nattering in the concourse for a while, before gaspode showed us the cunning tunnel over to the Moat House where the real ale bar was. We didn't stay there too long, though; there was flagging going on, so (I think) we got a taxi back to Cairncross. I'd been expecting K to want to go to the Ceilidh, but that didn't happen.
Friday was our first visit to the breakfast club, then the Blake's 7 panel, with steverogerson, watervole and Ben Jeapes. Ben's a B7 fan? Coo. A plan was hatched to get him signed up for Redemption...
The desk wasn't open at this point. We thought: anyone interested in joining Redemption'll probably be at the panel, so what the hell...
The "Promoting New Writers" panel had editors from Del Ray and Interzone, among others, and all pretty much said the same thing: We've got no budget for promotion, so if you're a new writer, it's all up to you. Have a website and a blog and make sure you answer your readers' emails - anything to make it seem more personal, so they'll be more inclined to read your stuff and promote you, for you, for free.
I was on the desk at midday, then went along to the "mandolin workshop" given by Blind Lemming Chiffon. Alas, it wasn't a workshop - it was him sitting in a tiny room saying, "you can do this" (plays something) "or this" (plays something else), "or make it more interesting like this" (plays something different). So, non-educational, and, to me, it looked like he was fumbling things a lot.
A quick run around the art show (very nice, although very similar to the Eastercon ones), then into the Argyll with a pint for the "between the doctor whos" panel, which was supposed to have more people on it, but was just watervole and steverogerson. An interesting panel, with lots of comments, and rumours of what the Beeb are commissioning at the moment. I put forward my assertion that Dr Who does not open up the doors for more sf; it opens the doors for good sf - that's the critical point, and the reason why Last Train, Invasion Earth, etc. all didn't have the same effect.
I spent much of the next hour wandering around trying to find smurf, since he was supposed to be helping with a swordfighting demo that was due to start soon, and I was expecting to help too. I'd seen him on Thursday as we arrived, and not since. But luckily, I bumped into Mark Hillyard in the concourse. We went over to the Green Room, and nattered.
Rather obviously, they weren't expecting/wanting any help with the actual demo, about which I can hardly complain (I'm an unknown quantity as far as they're concerned), but I had fliers, which got me a free drink. :-)
The demo went well, even though I don't agree with Mark's choice of material, and the room was packed. I've got a photo somewhere...A big scrabble for fondling the weapons afterwards, and then we had to clear the room to let others in, so I nattered to some folks from a Mass. WMA group until it was time for the "Writing for Comics" panel. Which was okay, but I;m not sure how much I got out of it. Dan Abnett talked about what the various people in the team did, distinguishing between DC and Marvel approaches (writer scripts the panels for the artists including dialogue and action, vs writer just gives the basic story, then adjusts the dialogue to match what the artist produces).
It was interesting to see Dan looking through someone's work afterwards - he spent quite a while talking to them about what worked and what didn't, and how that would affect a pitch. Nice to see this kind of effort being made.
Another stint on the desk, after which I packed up to head over to the Hilton for the Redemption party. This was my only trip to the Hilton, and it took me a while to find my way in, and then to the party rooms. Sigh. Mark Young, Eddie and Steve R were setting up. Where were the rest of the committee? All watching the play, apparently. (although this generally wasn't the case. Food was being obtained instead.)
The party went very well, I thought. Steve R's mixer game managed to kick things off a bit, since a few people were actually giving it a go. Eddie spent the entire time serving beer, and I spent about three quarters of the time doing the same. Steve R was at the membership desk, although it wasn't until he actually left to go to the loo that someone actually joined. :-) Chris was on door duty, ensuring that the room wasn't raided, but generally making jovial welcomes, and Judith was mingling, playing twister, etc. I was very pleased, since I'd never been to a Worldcon, and expected that there'd be a much higher expectation of entertainment than we could provide. I was expecting a disaster, but it was great. So well done to those who organised it, and also to those who funded it; you know who you are.
Finally shared a taxi back with K, altariel1 and fifitrix.