Saturday, October 23, 2004
Comics Festival 2004 (London)
Earley
A good start to the day – when I get to the station I find my carefully planned train journey to Euston does not exist. Passing strange, as the online timetable system is normally so reliable. No changing at Vauxhall today as the train only stops there on Sundays. Sundays … and then I remember that I had clicked the “tomorrow” option last night without realising what the time was. I may think that it is Friday until I go to sleep but computers have a decidedly different view of this. I could have had an extra 15 minutes in bed.
Winnersh
But I’m ready for the day – big, fat Stephen Donaldson book to read on the slow stopper service to Waterloo. I should have taken my Spanish texts to catch up with but that was one of those ideas that only occurred to me half-way to the station. An after-thought, like the one in the kitchen about making sure I had enough cash on me for the day (a quick check reveals I only have 50p in my pocket).
Winnersh Triangle
Luckily I remembered something useful – putting the map to the Holiday Inn on my iPaq so I wouldn’t get lost. And I made sure it was fully charged. “Why on the iPaq”, I hear you ask. “Seems like a sledgehammer v walnut situation.” Well, the printer is out of ink and I couldn’t be bothered to sketch the map – I am an information warrior on the front line of technology. I make no truck with paper of pen!
“So why are you writing this on the train with a reporters pad and a black Nightline biro?” {Mumble, mumble} “Pardon?” So I don’t run the iPaq battery down…
Wokingham
So, plans for the day?
Hopefully the Jonathan Ross – Grant Morrison interview won’t be a disaster. I paid £5 up front just to see Ross as, to be honest, I have no real idea what Grant does. By now I’ve worked out that he is a writer and created or worked on Zenith. The rest is vague. Now Jonathan can’t make it, we’ll have a video tape of his questions for the Q&A session. Could work, could die a horrible and painful death. Will see tonight.
Bracknell
Need to track down the next volume of that lovely collection I picked up at Bristol, Darkham Vale. Beautiful artwork, interesting story.
Martins Heron, Ascot
Coffee break – even brought a flask. Such forethought.
Sunningdale
Bonehead. I forgot to send my football predictions last night. Do you know how hard it is to enter web site addresses and complete instructions into one small text message to the wife? Not that my prediction will be correct anyway – Wolves aren’t going to win today.
Virginia Water
It’s raining. Great. Well, it is mid-October. What exactly was I expecting?
Egham, Staines, Feltham, Twickenham, Richmond, Clapham Junction, London Waterloo
Now where’s that Donaldson book…
A good start to the day – when I get to the station I find my carefully planned train journey to Euston does not exist. Passing strange, as the online timetable system is normally so reliable. No changing at Vauxhall today as the train only stops there on Sundays. Sundays … and then I remember that I had clicked the “tomorrow” option last night without realising what the time was. I may think that it is Friday until I go to sleep but computers have a decidedly different view of this. I could have had an extra 15 minutes in bed.
Winnersh
But I’m ready for the day – big, fat Stephen Donaldson book to read on the slow stopper service to Waterloo. I should have taken my Spanish texts to catch up with but that was one of those ideas that only occurred to me half-way to the station. An after-thought, like the one in the kitchen about making sure I had enough cash on me for the day (a quick check reveals I only have 50p in my pocket).
Winnersh Triangle
Luckily I remembered something useful – putting the map to the Holiday Inn on my iPaq so I wouldn’t get lost. And I made sure it was fully charged. “Why on the iPaq”, I hear you ask. “Seems like a sledgehammer v walnut situation.” Well, the printer is out of ink and I couldn’t be bothered to sketch the map – I am an information warrior on the front line of technology. I make no truck with paper of pen!
“So why are you writing this on the train with a reporters pad and a black Nightline biro?” {Mumble, mumble} “Pardon?” So I don’t run the iPaq battery down…
Wokingham
So, plans for the day?
- Find some artists I know the work of and con some sketches off them for my small private collection.
- Look for the missing two Megazines needed to complete the set; maybe some Groos and Cerebi (or is it Cerebuses?); Heavy Metals are probably better left to eBay.
- Get some beers down my neck – haven’t had any all week ((Note to self – rectify cash problem, hinted at earlier))
Hopefully the Jonathan Ross – Grant Morrison interview won’t be a disaster. I paid £5 up front just to see Ross as, to be honest, I have no real idea what Grant does. By now I’ve worked out that he is a writer and created or worked on Zenith. The rest is vague. Now Jonathan can’t make it, we’ll have a video tape of his questions for the Q&A session. Could work, could die a horrible and painful death. Will see tonight.
Bracknell
Need to track down the next volume of that lovely collection I picked up at Bristol, Darkham Vale. Beautiful artwork, interesting story.
Martins Heron, Ascot
Coffee break – even brought a flask. Such forethought.
Sunningdale
Bonehead. I forgot to send my football predictions last night. Do you know how hard it is to enter web site addresses and complete instructions into one small text message to the wife? Not that my prediction will be correct anyway – Wolves aren’t going to win today.
Virginia Water
It’s raining. Great. Well, it is mid-October. What exactly was I expecting?
Egham, Staines, Feltham, Twickenham, Richmond, Clapham Junction, London Waterloo
Now where’s that Donaldson book…
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