Now, I have never been comfortable around hypnotism. I am such a control freak that the idea of letting my guard down and allowing someone else into my head horrifies me, and it was only the fact that I had already met JM and knew him to be entirely made of nice that got my bum on a seat.
Relaxation and visualisation in a crowded room was as difficult for me as I'd expected, but I was able to let myself be taken, along with the rest of the audience yet alone, to a beautiful place of my own creation. When we had reluctantly returned, JM asked if anyone would care to join him on the stage and be cured of a phobia.
I had informed JM beforehand that I would come to his show because I liked him and because he had attended my writing panel, but not to be expecting me on stage. So we were both surprised when I found myself volunteering to come up and have my lifelong fear of spiders dealt with. This was achieved by Head Stuff rather than hypnotism, and was quite a weird experience for me as well as an amusing one for the audience.
The finale was the perennial crowd-pleaser of making people act like chickens.
I won't give away how any of this was achieved, but anyone interested is welcome to ask me in private. And the spider thing? Well, the other day at work I successfully shared a toilet cubicle with a fat spider which had scared off several of my colleagues. I didn't feel the urge to go over and pet it or anything, but it definitely wasn't such a big deal as before.
Overlap meant I missed a panel from the Guests of Honour on ways to write a plot. Instead, I went straight in to khakidoggy's voice acting workshop. This ended up lasting two and a half hours and left me cogitating reading some of my own stories aloud for the delectation of the internets. I also learned that the grunting noises made by tennis players, soldiers and weightlifters are called 'efforts'. I hear all sorts of efforts at karate.
By this time, reports were filtering in from the #CFz2013 hashtag on Twitter that something exceptional was going on in the art auction. This turned out to be Ultrafox's beautiful (and SFW) piece, The King is Dead, selling for an unprecedented £3,500, a well-deserved success.
I caught up with my happy if shocked roommate and suggested we go for a nice calming swim. Afterwards we decided to see if anyone was venturing out into Hinckley to eat, and tagged along with the arakinuk party for the Sunday evening buffet at a local curry house.
We arrived back in time for the closing ceremony, at which con staff, hotel staff, guests and attendees were thanked for making the convention such a success and a new venue for next year, the Hilton near Birmingham Airport, was announced.
I really was going to bed early this evening, with the motorway ride home to deal with the next morning, but then I received a room party invitation I couldn't refuse. Thus I spent my last night, and early morning, at ConFuzzled playing Cards Against Humanity with many of the fandom's finest. And, let me tell you, they are a filthy bunch.