May 29th, 2015

Monocle Husky

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Sunday

I had a little more time for the Dealers' Den on Sunday. I am not a big spender at cons, but I did buy this print (SFW) from one of my favourite artists, pan_h_shiroi, along with assorted badges, magnets and stickers. I also met some of the (real!) rabbits brought along by this year's chosen charity, Fat Fluffs Rabbit Rescue.

One of the highlights of the con was agrajag_fur's talk on hatmaking. It is lovely to know that the ancient art of millinery, complete with hand-carved wooden blocks and dangerous chemicals, is alive and well; do visit Aggy's website to admire the fabulous hats.

This was followed by jm_horse with 'Exploring the Furry Fandom through Data', on behalf of [adjective]:[species]. Based on data collected through surveys, the talk was filled with fascinating nuggets on what makes us tick, and ways in which we follow or subvert popular stereotypes.

At 10PM, Kandrel and I assembled in our pyjamas (or Umbreon kigurumi, in his case) for 'Bedtime Stories', in which we each read aloud an exclusive preview of our upcoming work.

I like reading out loud, and I've been told I have a nice speaking voice. I was nervous nonetheless, especially as my material was intended to be funny and it would be a long half hour if nobody laughed. But laugh they did, to my relief and delight. It was wonderful to get live feedback on my jokes, and I was walking a little taller as I headed to the bar for a well-earned drink in excellent company.
Husky Airways

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Monday

On Monday I finally caught up with schnee and was able to pass on the chilli cider I'd brought him from Middle Farm (to my great relief, as it was sticky and I didn't want to take it home).

The convention hotel is frequented by pilots, which obviously added to my enjoyment of the weekend; I made a point of getting in the lift with them and chatting them up. An attractive young Lufthansa guy asked me what was going on.

"Well, it's a furry convention..." I began.
"Oh, I understand that!" he said. "But why is everyone a fox?"

All too soon it was time for the closing ceremony, at which Jeff Minter announced, to great applause, that he's a furry after all.

I visited my hard-drinking, hard-partying Norwegian friends from last year for gin and conversation, then enjoyed a pleasantly low-key evening in the bar with a small group including Schnee, Pan and Ultrafox.

Bed at a staid and sensible 2AM. Must be getting old.

Tuesday

Nothing left to do but have a final cooked breakfast to see me down the M40, then say my goodbyes.

Just before leaving, I ran into a cleaning lady scrubbing the floor and thanked her profusely for what must have been a busy weekend of hoovering fun fur fluff from every surface. She said we'd been lovely and it had been 'really interesting'.

Then I overheard a concierge in the car park telling someone we were a 'fetish group'. NO TIP FOR YOU.

Home in under two and a half hours. If I listed everyone who contributed to making it a wonderful weekend I would wear my fingers to nubs, but hopefully they can work out who they are.