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Glasgow Comic Con - 01 July 2017

Started by Satanist, 03 November, 2016, 11:46:36 AM

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Tshirt ready for tomorrow, any boarders that I don't know and see me please feel free to say hello, I don't bite unless asked nicely:)


filippo
It's all right, that's in every contract.
That's what they call a sanity clause.
You can't fool me, there ain't no sanity clause.

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Time flies like an arrow, Fruit flies like a banana

Dog Deever

Have butteries, will travel.
Though there seems to have been a problem with them sending me my ticket, several times. They have assured me that as a stop gap I have been added to the guest list and there will be no problem getting in
Obviously, I'm skeppy.
See yez there.
Just a little rough and tumble, Judge man.

Bolt-01


8-Ball

Incredibly crowded. I lasted about an hour of being "kettled" before I had to leave the venue. The highlight for me was the little kid dressed up as Deadpool from the Marvel comics/hit movie. He took the irreverence of the character to heart by basically giving cheek to everyone that he met.  :D As per usual I didn't bump into anyone from this parish but I hope that they all had a good time.
Whatever happened to Rico, Dolman and Cadet Paris? I'm sooo out of the loop.

Tiplodocus

I missed it. I thought it was THIS coming weekend. Doh!
Be excellent to each other. And party on!

Fungus


Dog Deever

Glasgow Comic Con 2017 report...

There was a huge queue when I arrived 'fresh' from my early-morning megabus arse-grinding, so I decided to freshen up outside with a quick cig and bumped into Flip-R. Managed to bypass the queue pretty deftly and got in without any problem at all. It was all a bit of a whirlwind what with it being on one day only, and other than Flip-R, Satanist and Alex Ronald, I didn't see any other boarders.

Being pretty skint and unable to drink due to having to drive back from Inverness late-night meant I was only window-shopping the comics mostly, though I did get issues 3&4 of Rok off John and was compelled to buy issue 1 of Comichaus which I'd heard about and wanted to check out. The bar wasn't open.

That's right...
NO FUCKING BAR!!!
I wasn't drinking, but a bar is a nice social hub to take time-out and socialise which is really what I go for. Spent pretty much the whole day with Flip-r and occasionally bumping into Satanist (many thanks for the cholesterol-for-comic exchange) and a nice guy I didn't know whose name I have shamefully forgotten (maybe Billy?)
I managed to catch the Pat Mills talk, but missed the other 2k one.

There was some sort of meet up at a weird wooden multi-level bar afterwards so Flip, Billy(?) and I headed  along there after dosing up on more caffeine. I couldn't stay long though as I'm always paranoid about missing buses, especially when I'm getting the last one out. Bumped into Colin Mac and a couple of others in the bar before I had to shoot off, which was good as I had his consignment of contraband Northern delicacies stashed safely in my pocket. With the southern barbarians supplied with proper rolls, my work was done and it was time to think about nodding like a dog in a sitting position for 4 hours or so.

Bus station entertainment was different this time. Instead of watching gouching weegie junkies steal sandwiches, I had a minor argument with a retired Welsh woman about the nature of the journey home, which went along these lines...
"Is this the right stance for the bus to Inverness?"
"Aye"
"Why doesn't it say Inverness on the board? It says it's Perth..."
"Aye, the bus will be gan tae Eberdeen or Dundee, the Inverness bus is comin' fae Embra, so we have tae change at Perth."
"No we don't"
"Aye, we do"
"No we don't"
"Aye we do... onto one of Stagecoach's shittiest, auldest buses still in-service. It will be noisy, rickety, cold and with seats like church pews."
"The bus down was really comfortable, it was really nice, a big gold one"
"Aye, the Gold service is mair upmarket, costs extra- this one is the scumbag bus.. the M service. It's pish and doesnae go straight tae Inverness... we change at Perth."
"Well it doesn't say so on my ticket..."
"Mine either, but we still change at Perth"
etc.

Inside my head, I was bellowing "Listen ba'heid, you dinna even ken this is the right fuckin stance, ye fuckin neep, so dinna try tellin' me I'm fuckin wrang when I fuckin ken I'm right, so shutit". However, I was concerned she might think me some unwashed, yellow-haired yobbo...
Her hubby had presumably been ground down by decades of exactly this, as he sidled up when she wandered off for a bit and said
"You can't tell her anything, but thanks for the help"
I just laughed, flashed my wedding ring and said
"aye, tell me aboot it. Ye have tae prove 'em wrang and I will- yer in the right stance and we change at Perth or ye'll end up in Dumpdee or scAberdeen and nu'hin is worth the risk o' slummin it wi' Eastern savages overnight, min"

Anyway- we changed at Perth, onto a shitty, rickety, cold bus with seats like church pews. It was full of screechy teenage girls freaked at a complement of moths in residence. Can't sleep in an enclosed space with those annoying weirdos, so I had to carry out a number of summary executions as I watched the bus with the comfy seats head off to Dundee, before nodding all the way back to civilisation.

Back in Inversneck, the pubs were starting to spill out inebriated Sneckers onto the street, some of whom tried talking to me as I hot-footed it across the water to my waiting car, but I was in no mood for niceties as my backside had apparently entered a parallel universe- at least, I kept having to check if it was still there.

I can only assume that the lack of Satanist aftermath posts on this thread means he ate all his butteries himself and has died of coronary heart disease or over-salting.

No pics to break up this drivel with, as I cannot be arsed recording the minutae of my exciting, jet-set life in pictures just so's I can pretend anyone gives a fuck.

To sum up... went to Glasgow; saw some comics; had an argument with the Welsh; managed to avoid contact with Invernesians; got hame wi' a sair erse.
Report ends.

A poor showing from the Cal-Hab board regulars, so I expect to see the numbers up at the all-important Inveruriecon later this year. Be there, or be somewhere people have heard of.
Just a little rough and tumble, Judge man.

Fungus


Satanist

Why Hellooooo!

Yeah con was cut short for me due to having my youngling with me.

Got some nice sketches from Tom Foster (wee one over the moon at his Dredd head)

Got Zombo books signed by Al Ewing for the boys.

Got loads signed off Pat Mills and a cheeky selfie. His talk was great!

A few good chats with all the above (aye the guys name is Billy)

Nae bar!!!  :'( but have now tasted butteries so can die a happy man (probs 5 year sooner haha) cheers mate!

No many of the regulars this year but still good to catch up and wish I could've stayed longer as Waxys sounded good.

Hmm, just pretend I wrote something witty eh?

Tiplodocus

Aldi sell Butteries.  There's not any butter goes anywhere near them. But I love 'em.
Be excellent to each other. And party on!

Tjm86


Proudhuff

Sounds pish glad I was sunning masell in the soft underbelly of Yourope.  :lol:


Nae Bar FFS!! WTF...
DDT did a job on me