Friday 16th and Saturday
17th August
After the hectic tension of Thursday,
Friday and Saturday settled down into a series of meetings with old
friends, small chats a few beers (trying to spread them out as best I
can) and wanderings around.
I wandered along to Bill Burns's
efanzines panel on Friday – must check that site out more when I
get home – and then to the Fan Fund auction on the Saturday. Major
highlight of the auction was the 400 Euros paid for an original
manuscript, with markups and corrections, by Irish sf writer James White. Not by me, I bought
nothing.
There are a number of books in the
Dealers Room which might be nice to own but I have to either: a) lug
them around for three weeks; or b) ship them home. Neither appeals,
so the money stays in the pocket for more food and beer.
I did have a great conversation with
Kent Bloom which resulted in me finally finding a home for a Hugo
Award that has been hanging around my house since 1999. That will be
fixed up when I get back as well.
Not a lot to report: the convention
closed its membership before the con started, so there were no sales
at the door, not even day passes; you have to queue for everything,
even the panels where there are only about 20 in the audience and you
recognise all bar one or two; the art show is about 10 minutes walk
away, or one tram stop; and Martin's bar is excellent, although it
could do with some more chairs.
People seem to be having a good time,
and you can't ask for more than that.
Oh, and the other half? She's been out
on walking tours all over Dublin: Friday, all over the place on the
Hop On Hop Off bus; and Saturday, an Irish Food tour with Rose and
Lucy in the morning and then a Dublin History tour in the afternoon.
I see her at breakfast and from late afternoon. She really likes
Dublin, which is unexpected as she had exactly the opposite view of
the place when we were here in 1994.
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| Dinner with the crew |
Onward.
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