and thus, con season opened...
unfortunately, it seems to be starting as it means to continue as once again, I'm up at silly o'clock to get the 6:33 train to Stirling (then onwards to Inverness)
although the less said about East Coast, the better. still, I was organised (no idea how) and had cooked breakfast the night before, so at least there was bacon and sausage rolls to fortify us.
4 hours later, in Inverness and thinking "christ it's cold!" but onwards to comics!
as Charlie Adlard was proving popular, I opted for Simon Fraser.
next up, Colin MacNeil who isn't sketching per se, rather using crayons on coloured paper (apparently his arm's not about ready to fall off at the day's end this way) and seeing as this is both a) a bit different and b) his painted work's phenomenal, I asked him how he felt about Toho's finest.
after that, I abandoned a book with Tanya Roberts (after establishing that manga is not her forte, but she loves the lazy good-for-nothing Joe Mad) and returned later to find
by now I was flagging and could do with a beer or two. didn't happen, as I ended up getting this instead
queue for the bar was silly at this point, so instead I opted for the charity auction.
just as well, as the idea of a comic page with swears on it put a lot of people off.
everyone apart from me, in fact 
ambled back into the con where things wrapped up for me with Charlie Adlard being ridiculously enthusiastic about
so, then a 4 train journey back (problem with the points outside Markinch. awesome) and then an evening of ufc (finally watching ufc: live from the previous weekend) football (motd) and more ufc (111) and all drawing to a close some point after 6.
funnily enough, I've not done much today...
Case in point: I once met Steven Tyler. What did I say to him? Nothing. I just stared and then when I went to talk to him I choked on my own spit and had a coughing fit. Face, meet palm.