Redemption 2013 con report
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julesjonesLong con report under the cut.
Day 1 -- Friday
Pleasant enough trip down in the train, wherein I discovered that Cross Country not only have wifi on the Pendolino service to Bournemouth, but that they're running a pilot SMS seat booking service where you can book a seat up to 10 minutes before the train leaves a station -- *any* station on the route. The bad side of this is that you can sit down in an unreserved seat and discover two stations down the line that it's acquired a reservation (although the seat display does differentiate between completely unreserved and currently available but could be reserved later). The good side of this is that as long as you have web and SMS access you can reserve an available seat at any point, which is useful if you have an open ticket and aren't planning to travel on a specific train. The on-board wifi isn't extortionate by casual use mobile broadband standards, and has free access to Cross Country's own website, including the seat reservation service and travel updates. I love living in the future.
Arrived at the hotel just before two, having managed to leave my borrowed walking stick in the taxi. Not a good start, as I'm a lot less dependent on it than I was, but would still have preferred to have it handy given the amount of time I spend on my feet at a typical con. Checked into my room and picked up my membership pack, then straight to my room to dump sundry luggage and change from mundanewear to fannish. Also to read programme guide, which helpfully gave details on logging onto hotel wifi. Alas, hotel wifi is only in public areas, so headed back downstairs
Was able to find Judith quickly, by following the sound of Morris music from the Courtyard room opposite hotel reception. Good spot to sit down, rest my weary leg, and attempt to get the iPad onto the hotel wifi, in which endeavour I was successful -- as rapidly demonstrated by tweeting more in three hours than in the previous three months.
Nattered to Steve Carroll for a bit before and after the wifi hunt as she was on reg desk, but ended up having to go and find somewhere warmer to sit. The bar seemed like a good option, and indeed there I found one Lexin. We compared iPads and bitched about our day jobs for a while, before arranging to meet for dinner.
Wandered around the bar talking to people for a bit before heading back to my room for a rest. This was a dominant theme of the weekend, along with going to bed at a sensible hour. I never was that enthusiastic about staying up until three am just because I could, and these days I can't without paying for it for the next week. I hate being middle-aged.
Went off to the hotel foyer around six to meet Lexin. The foyer's temperature had not improved, which did not stop several people lounging around on the otherwise comfy sofas. Had a quick play with the hitherto unexplored camera function in the iPad, which isn't bad as a very basic point and shoot, although not great in low light levels. Lexin pulled out her new camera to show me, and mentioned that it's very good in low light levels -- which didn't surprise me, as I'd bought a Canon myself partly for that reason. However, mine's a (high end) pocket camera, while hers is a bridge camera, with a whopping 42x optical zoom. DougS of ZZ9 commented that clearly this camera would be of interest to Hitchhiker fans. :-) I think I want one of those when I can hold a bridge camera without worrying about dropping it; speaking of which, this thing was remarkably light for its size. In return, Lexin admired the slim and sylph-like form of my Canon Ixus 115, which is a remarkably tiny gadget, even if it only does 4x optical zoom.
Eventually we headed off for dinner, finding a nice table for two by the railing where both of the cripples could get in and out of the seats fairly easily. Friday night's buffet roast was turkey, where on top of a generous helping of meat, I got some turkey crackling simply by thinking to ask for it. Since I got a *very* generous serving of crackling, I was generous in turn and shared it with Lexin, who hadn't spotted this opportunity at the carvery. We found that the main course buffet options for omnivores were very good throughout the weekend, although I gather that the veggie options were somewhat lacking on some days. The desserts were uninspired but edible, and overall the buffet was very good value for seven pounds.
The opening ceremony was like any Redemption opening ceremony; an introduction to the committee and guests, plus general notices, followed by a mixer game. However, I think the con chair being groped by one of the guests who had misheard the word "groat", and then spanked by her, is a new element in the normal schedule... Sadly, Chris O'Shea, the usual MC and stalwart of the committee since the first Redemption, was unable to make the con due to illness. In fact, concom were down two members during the con, which meant some frantic press ganging of former members, and all credit to the concom for making the con run as smoothly as it did.
Back to the bar for a bit, where I caught up with various friends, and then to bed.
Day 2 -- Saturday
Having gone to bed at a sensible hour, I woke up early enough that my choices were lie in or hang around the Jubilee Bar for a bit waiting for the restaurant to open for breakfast. Chose the "lie in" option. Was then somewhat delayed by one of the Britannia's many idiosyncratic features. Really, it was my third time in this hotel, so it shouldn't have taken me quite so long to work out that if I got only cold water when turning the shower handle in the direction marked "hot", the problem might not be lack of hot water in the system, but my failure to turn the handle in the opposite direction to that indicated.
Found Lexin in breakfast room, and we joined Graham Young and Jem Ward, so had company for breakfast. This was good, because breakfast at the Britannia has not improved in the last two years and is possibly best not dwelt on. The Rice Krispies were not from Mr Kellogg, that much was plain. The bacon was down to scraps when I arrived, although a fresh pan did appear after a few minutes. The mushrooms had been steamed, and had no flavour whatsoever. On the other hand, the food was plentiful and the staff did not attempt to marshal us in any way other than directing us to the weirdos' side of the breakfast room - the Radisson Edwardian Heathrow staff have been known to try to make us sit at a specific table rather just our end of the room, ignoring our attempts to join our friends.
Off to Sainsburys to acquire further supplies including tea bags and larger mug, the better to have drinkable caffeine. I don't mind paying the very reasonable quid the hotel charges for tea in the bar, but the problem is that the tea is horrible. This isn't just supertaster whinging, either.
I ended up spending most of the morning in the bar talking to various people (mostly the Whitecrow group). There were panels I'd have been happy to go to, but the one I was particularly interested in had had to be cancelled, and I didn't feel up to doing much wandering around. At some point the wedding cake was borne into the bar, and set up on a table, to great admiration from the onlookers. It had a stunning steampunk theme, all gears and wood panelling, and tentacles creeping out from behind a hatch.
And then in the afternoon there was The Wedding, the third at Redemption over the years. It was a beautiful service with fabulous costumes. Lindsey was in a traditional white wedding dress and Carrie was in Victorian top hat and tails, and they both looked wonderful. I have many photos, but have not had a chance to upload them yet, as I've been offline for a lot of the time since. Yes, I cried.
After the wedding it was back to conversation in the bar. The conversation ranged over such topics as short deadlines for tie in novels, OMGnewBlakes7, and some of us like Torchwood precisely because the team are so incompetent.
One of the few "must do" items for me on the programme was Charles Lindsey's talk about differential analysers. Yes, that Charles Lindsey, of Algol 68 programming language fame. He's in his eighties now, but that means he remembers a chunk of paleotech from when it was in actual use. He gave an entertaining talk on differential analysers, and the restoration project for the example held by the Manchester Museum of Science and Industry. This venerable machine was an electromechanical method of solving differential equations, something of immense value in the days before electronic computers. And while it wasn't at quite the level of the Bletchley Park work, it made a large contribution to the war effort. It was used for some years after the war, but eventually ended up in a basement in the university, and then the museum. It's finally being restored, a small part of our technical history brought back to life.
The talk was of interest to both computer and maths geeks, with some interesting general historical stuff as well. I'm planning to visit MOSI as soon as I'm up to the amount of walking needed to enjoy a visit, and the analyser is one exhibit I will be looking out for.
Went to dinner after the panel, and found the restaurant very quiet, probably partly because some people were setting up for the cabaret, but met up with Graham Young, who had also been at the differential analyser panel, so we had a good conversation over dinner about computing history and Bletchley Park.
And after that, it was back to the main hall for the masquerade and cabaret. There were six entries in the masquerade, all good, some superb. Ranger Hillary as Idris (from The Doctor's Wife) deservedly won with an excellent costume and presentation. Idris and Five then snogged on stage during the photocall session after the presentations, to wild applause from the audience.
Saw the first couple of acts in the cabaret, including the stunning opener from the con chair as a burlesque singer, but was interrupted by a FaceTime call from Predatrix. I had to go out into the lift lobby to answer the call as it was too dark and noisy in main hall, even if I'd been willing to disturb people around me. Gave Pred an update, but had to close the call after a bit owing to being bandwidth-challenged. Back into main hall in time to catch end of Henry's broom dance, sad to have missed it. And the finale of the cabaret was a superb filk by Servalan, which probably got her a few more votes in the ruler of the universe election.
Was going to go to panel on best Doctor Who companion, but met Judith in corridor and had a conversation in the lift lobby. Eventually we decamped to bedroom with a third member of the conversation as it was too noisy in lift lobby outside disco. By 11 all too tired for further con. Would have liked to go to Deliverance memories panel, but far too tired.
Day 3 -- Sunday
Had breakfast with Smurf and Gryphon, with a wide-ranging conversation that included the suggestion that we should be providing badges that read "please do not ask me about..." with a space for people to fill in their topic of monomania.
All three of us then indulged in the modern fannish obsession of pulling out out our mobile computing and checking the world online. Alas, for me that included checking twitter, and finding the bad news about the death of Marilee J Layman. She will be greatly missed.
I went to a panel! I went to two panels! First the morning book panel, arriving slightly late after giving up the fight with my contact lenses. Then the Series as myth panel. It was an excellent panel, but I was too tired to be able to multitask to take notes. Matters were not helped by a handful of people behind me conducting their own private panel, and often making it impossible for me to hear what the official panel was saying.
Back to my room for tea, rest and snack, before heading down to the
dealer's room to register for next time, and collect the con tee shirt I'd paid for at breakfast. While waiting in the queue, I admired a most excellent orrery on the Satellite 4 reg desk, with a Mars bar in the obvious place. Best bad pun of the convention. :-)
Was going to watch the hustings for Ruler of the Universe, but was waylaid by Stevie Carroll, whom I had not had a chance to talk to properly so far. After that I went for yet another cup of tea, and took my camera around to Ops to pass the wedding photos onto Eddie for the next edition of The Mutoid.
Back to the bar, where I wandered past Lesley, paused to say hello, and then went into Emergency Holographic Con Chair Wrangler mode. "Is that food in your hand, Lesley? Are you supposed to be eating that food? Eat the food, Lesley. Food in mouth, not in hand." I then applied a packet of prawn cocktail crisps for medicinal purposes... Yes, that really is why I carry a packet of crisps in my backpack at cons; too many people I know, including me, may need a quick hit of starch for genuine medical reasons, and not just for diabetes. Bananas are better but a lot more messy if they get squashed whilst in the backpack.
Lesley McIntee having been fed and dispatched to Ops to prepare for the closing ceremony, I went back to my room to top up on caffeine and calories myself, then wandered down to the Courtyard Room for David McIntee's panel on fight choreography for writers. No David, but several audience members. We talked amongst ourselves until David turned up late because he'd been running around doing ops stuff in preparation for the closing ceremony. This sort of thing is why I sidle gently away whenever anyone suggests that it's time for some fresh blood on concom.
I'm not going to attempt to turn my notes on David's panel into nice neat paragraphs -- they are reproduced verbatim below for the benefit of any writers who might find them useful.
And finally to the closing ceremony. Always a little sadness here, as it's time to say goodbye to friends. Prizes were awarded, the results of the Drazi War were announced, as were the results of the election for Ruler of the Universe. To nobody' great surprise, Her Supremeness, Madam President Servalan, enjoyed a well deserved crushing of the opposition, and I for one welcome our new evening-gowned overlord.
And then we were done until 2015. But a lot of people do stay on over Sunday night, so it's not the end of the weekend, just the formal programme. There was hanging out in the Jubilee Bar, followed by dinner with Lexin. I thought about joining the filk session, but was tired enough that I wouldn't have enjoyed it.
One last thing the next morning -- Carrie in the foyer clutching a copy of the Coventry Telegraph, with her wedding photos dominating one of the inside pages. :-) I bought a copy from the news stand in the train station, and it was a rather good article about the con and the wedding, none of the usual "look at the freaks!" stuff.
A great weekend in spite of my health problems, and looking forward to 2015.
Day 1 -- Friday
Pleasant enough trip down in the train, wherein I discovered that Cross Country not only have wifi on the Pendolino service to Bournemouth, but that they're running a pilot SMS seat booking service where you can book a seat up to 10 minutes before the train leaves a station -- *any* station on the route. The bad side of this is that you can sit down in an unreserved seat and discover two stations down the line that it's acquired a reservation (although the seat display does differentiate between completely unreserved and currently available but could be reserved later). The good side of this is that as long as you have web and SMS access you can reserve an available seat at any point, which is useful if you have an open ticket and aren't planning to travel on a specific train. The on-board wifi isn't extortionate by casual use mobile broadband standards, and has free access to Cross Country's own website, including the seat reservation service and travel updates. I love living in the future.
Arrived at the hotel just before two, having managed to leave my borrowed walking stick in the taxi. Not a good start, as I'm a lot less dependent on it than I was, but would still have preferred to have it handy given the amount of time I spend on my feet at a typical con. Checked into my room and picked up my membership pack, then straight to my room to dump sundry luggage and change from mundanewear to fannish. Also to read programme guide, which helpfully gave details on logging onto hotel wifi. Alas, hotel wifi is only in public areas, so headed back downstairs
Was able to find Judith quickly, by following the sound of Morris music from the Courtyard room opposite hotel reception. Good spot to sit down, rest my weary leg, and attempt to get the iPad onto the hotel wifi, in which endeavour I was successful -- as rapidly demonstrated by tweeting more in three hours than in the previous three months.
Nattered to Steve Carroll for a bit before and after the wifi hunt as she was on reg desk, but ended up having to go and find somewhere warmer to sit. The bar seemed like a good option, and indeed there I found one Lexin. We compared iPads and bitched about our day jobs for a while, before arranging to meet for dinner.
Wandered around the bar talking to people for a bit before heading back to my room for a rest. This was a dominant theme of the weekend, along with going to bed at a sensible hour. I never was that enthusiastic about staying up until three am just because I could, and these days I can't without paying for it for the next week. I hate being middle-aged.
Went off to the hotel foyer around six to meet Lexin. The foyer's temperature had not improved, which did not stop several people lounging around on the otherwise comfy sofas. Had a quick play with the hitherto unexplored camera function in the iPad, which isn't bad as a very basic point and shoot, although not great in low light levels. Lexin pulled out her new camera to show me, and mentioned that it's very good in low light levels -- which didn't surprise me, as I'd bought a Canon myself partly for that reason. However, mine's a (high end) pocket camera, while hers is a bridge camera, with a whopping 42x optical zoom. DougS of ZZ9 commented that clearly this camera would be of interest to Hitchhiker fans. :-) I think I want one of those when I can hold a bridge camera without worrying about dropping it; speaking of which, this thing was remarkably light for its size. In return, Lexin admired the slim and sylph-like form of my Canon Ixus 115, which is a remarkably tiny gadget, even if it only does 4x optical zoom.
Eventually we headed off for dinner, finding a nice table for two by the railing where both of the cripples could get in and out of the seats fairly easily. Friday night's buffet roast was turkey, where on top of a generous helping of meat, I got some turkey crackling simply by thinking to ask for it. Since I got a *very* generous serving of crackling, I was generous in turn and shared it with Lexin, who hadn't spotted this opportunity at the carvery. We found that the main course buffet options for omnivores were very good throughout the weekend, although I gather that the veggie options were somewhat lacking on some days. The desserts were uninspired but edible, and overall the buffet was very good value for seven pounds.
The opening ceremony was like any Redemption opening ceremony; an introduction to the committee and guests, plus general notices, followed by a mixer game. However, I think the con chair being groped by one of the guests who had misheard the word "groat", and then spanked by her, is a new element in the normal schedule... Sadly, Chris O'Shea, the usual MC and stalwart of the committee since the first Redemption, was unable to make the con due to illness. In fact, concom were down two members during the con, which meant some frantic press ganging of former members, and all credit to the concom for making the con run as smoothly as it did.
Back to the bar for a bit, where I caught up with various friends, and then to bed.
Day 2 -- Saturday
Having gone to bed at a sensible hour, I woke up early enough that my choices were lie in or hang around the Jubilee Bar for a bit waiting for the restaurant to open for breakfast. Chose the "lie in" option. Was then somewhat delayed by one of the Britannia's many idiosyncratic features. Really, it was my third time in this hotel, so it shouldn't have taken me quite so long to work out that if I got only cold water when turning the shower handle in the direction marked "hot", the problem might not be lack of hot water in the system, but my failure to turn the handle in the opposite direction to that indicated.
Found Lexin in breakfast room, and we joined Graham Young and Jem Ward, so had company for breakfast. This was good, because breakfast at the Britannia has not improved in the last two years and is possibly best not dwelt on. The Rice Krispies were not from Mr Kellogg, that much was plain. The bacon was down to scraps when I arrived, although a fresh pan did appear after a few minutes. The mushrooms had been steamed, and had no flavour whatsoever. On the other hand, the food was plentiful and the staff did not attempt to marshal us in any way other than directing us to the weirdos' side of the breakfast room - the Radisson Edwardian Heathrow staff have been known to try to make us sit at a specific table rather just our end of the room, ignoring our attempts to join our friends.
Off to Sainsburys to acquire further supplies including tea bags and larger mug, the better to have drinkable caffeine. I don't mind paying the very reasonable quid the hotel charges for tea in the bar, but the problem is that the tea is horrible. This isn't just supertaster whinging, either.
I ended up spending most of the morning in the bar talking to various people (mostly the Whitecrow group). There were panels I'd have been happy to go to, but the one I was particularly interested in had had to be cancelled, and I didn't feel up to doing much wandering around. At some point the wedding cake was borne into the bar, and set up on a table, to great admiration from the onlookers. It had a stunning steampunk theme, all gears and wood panelling, and tentacles creeping out from behind a hatch.
And then in the afternoon there was The Wedding, the third at Redemption over the years. It was a beautiful service with fabulous costumes. Lindsey was in a traditional white wedding dress and Carrie was in Victorian top hat and tails, and they both looked wonderful. I have many photos, but have not had a chance to upload them yet, as I've been offline for a lot of the time since. Yes, I cried.
After the wedding it was back to conversation in the bar. The conversation ranged over such topics as short deadlines for tie in novels, OMGnewBlakes7, and some of us like Torchwood precisely because the team are so incompetent.
One of the few "must do" items for me on the programme was Charles Lindsey's talk about differential analysers. Yes, that Charles Lindsey, of Algol 68 programming language fame. He's in his eighties now, but that means he remembers a chunk of paleotech from when it was in actual use. He gave an entertaining talk on differential analysers, and the restoration project for the example held by the Manchester Museum of Science and Industry. This venerable machine was an electromechanical method of solving differential equations, something of immense value in the days before electronic computers. And while it wasn't at quite the level of the Bletchley Park work, it made a large contribution to the war effort. It was used for some years after the war, but eventually ended up in a basement in the university, and then the museum. It's finally being restored, a small part of our technical history brought back to life.
The talk was of interest to both computer and maths geeks, with some interesting general historical stuff as well. I'm planning to visit MOSI as soon as I'm up to the amount of walking needed to enjoy a visit, and the analyser is one exhibit I will be looking out for.
Went to dinner after the panel, and found the restaurant very quiet, probably partly because some people were setting up for the cabaret, but met up with Graham Young, who had also been at the differential analyser panel, so we had a good conversation over dinner about computing history and Bletchley Park.
And after that, it was back to the main hall for the masquerade and cabaret. There were six entries in the masquerade, all good, some superb. Ranger Hillary as Idris (from The Doctor's Wife) deservedly won with an excellent costume and presentation. Idris and Five then snogged on stage during the photocall session after the presentations, to wild applause from the audience.
Saw the first couple of acts in the cabaret, including the stunning opener from the con chair as a burlesque singer, but was interrupted by a FaceTime call from Predatrix. I had to go out into the lift lobby to answer the call as it was too dark and noisy in main hall, even if I'd been willing to disturb people around me. Gave Pred an update, but had to close the call after a bit owing to being bandwidth-challenged. Back into main hall in time to catch end of Henry's broom dance, sad to have missed it. And the finale of the cabaret was a superb filk by Servalan, which probably got her a few more votes in the ruler of the universe election.
Was going to go to panel on best Doctor Who companion, but met Judith in corridor and had a conversation in the lift lobby. Eventually we decamped to bedroom with a third member of the conversation as it was too noisy in lift lobby outside disco. By 11 all too tired for further con. Would have liked to go to Deliverance memories panel, but far too tired.
Day 3 -- Sunday
Had breakfast with Smurf and Gryphon, with a wide-ranging conversation that included the suggestion that we should be providing badges that read "please do not ask me about..." with a space for people to fill in their topic of monomania.
All three of us then indulged in the modern fannish obsession of pulling out out our mobile computing and checking the world online. Alas, for me that included checking twitter, and finding the bad news about the death of Marilee J Layman. She will be greatly missed.
I went to a panel! I went to two panels! First the morning book panel, arriving slightly late after giving up the fight with my contact lenses. Then the Series as myth panel. It was an excellent panel, but I was too tired to be able to multitask to take notes. Matters were not helped by a handful of people behind me conducting their own private panel, and often making it impossible for me to hear what the official panel was saying.
Back to my room for tea, rest and snack, before heading down to the
dealer's room to register for next time, and collect the con tee shirt I'd paid for at breakfast. While waiting in the queue, I admired a most excellent orrery on the Satellite 4 reg desk, with a Mars bar in the obvious place. Best bad pun of the convention. :-)
Was going to watch the hustings for Ruler of the Universe, but was waylaid by Stevie Carroll, whom I had not had a chance to talk to properly so far. After that I went for yet another cup of tea, and took my camera around to Ops to pass the wedding photos onto Eddie for the next edition of The Mutoid.
Back to the bar, where I wandered past Lesley, paused to say hello, and then went into Emergency Holographic Con Chair Wrangler mode. "Is that food in your hand, Lesley? Are you supposed to be eating that food? Eat the food, Lesley. Food in mouth, not in hand." I then applied a packet of prawn cocktail crisps for medicinal purposes... Yes, that really is why I carry a packet of crisps in my backpack at cons; too many people I know, including me, may need a quick hit of starch for genuine medical reasons, and not just for diabetes. Bananas are better but a lot more messy if they get squashed whilst in the backpack.
Lesley McIntee having been fed and dispatched to Ops to prepare for the closing ceremony, I went back to my room to top up on caffeine and calories myself, then wandered down to the Courtyard Room for David McIntee's panel on fight choreography for writers. No David, but several audience members. We talked amongst ourselves until David turned up late because he'd been running around doing ops stuff in preparation for the closing ceremony. This sort of thing is why I sidle gently away whenever anyone suggests that it's time for some fresh blood on concom.
I'm not going to attempt to turn my notes on David's panel into nice neat paragraphs -- they are reproduced verbatim below for the benefit of any writers who might find them useful.
Need to consider what sort of person and culture your character is and how this affects the way they fight
Real life fights usually a long buildup and quick on actual punch throwing -- see CCTV coverage
Archery do not fire an arrow unless you're setting fire to the arrow before loosing it
Audio. Fight is very visual, don't want to have characters describing what's happening for the audience. Use stereo to build sound picture. Mix sound effects with realistic dialogue.
Deliberate dirtying of swords by sticking sword into ground to create infected wounds
Real story about doctor stripping to avoid cloth being carried into wound. By duelling pistol ball.
Black powder very different to fire, much slower muzzle velocity than modern weapon
Need right balance of show v tell
Useful to move through stuff yourself to make sure its physically possible
But still needs to be plausible on the page, possible is not the same as believable
Can avoid repetitiveness by changing around what you show and what you tell in different fight scenes
Character may have an inappropriate response based on irrelevant past experience
Need to provide proper motivation in story and in character for characters to fight, people don't fight just because author wants fight scene at that point
Escalation can happen at different speeds and indifferent ways
Physical reactions to injury can vary hugely
The winner of a knife fight is the one first to the emergency room
Plan your cuts to make it look as if he attacked you....
And finally to the closing ceremony. Always a little sadness here, as it's time to say goodbye to friends. Prizes were awarded, the results of the Drazi War were announced, as were the results of the election for Ruler of the Universe. To nobody' great surprise, Her Supremeness, Madam President Servalan, enjoyed a well deserved crushing of the opposition, and I for one welcome our new evening-gowned overlord.
And then we were done until 2015. But a lot of people do stay on over Sunday night, so it's not the end of the weekend, just the formal programme. There was hanging out in the Jubilee Bar, followed by dinner with Lexin. I thought about joining the filk session, but was tired enough that I wouldn't have enjoyed it.
One last thing the next morning -- Carrie in the foyer clutching a copy of the Coventry Telegraph, with her wedding photos dominating one of the inside pages. :-) I bought a copy from the news stand in the train station, and it was a rather good article about the con and the wedding, none of the usual "look at the freaks!" stuff.
A great weekend in spite of my health problems, and looking forward to 2015.