My feet ache
I’ve just got back from another comic convention and that means showing off the stuff I bought! (though only I would show off Casper trading cards). This one was London Film & Comic Con Spring held this weekend (27-28 February 2016) at Olympia, well, a back room at Olympia. A much smaller affair than the summer and winter cons and taking place after a Super Con so successful it made the news and with it being Sunday the place was not packed; while there’s always a slightly depressing air to conventions with a smaller attendance, the same feeling of going to someone’s party when only two other people turned up, it was undoubtedly a more leisurely experience, especially for people who just use comic cons as the shopping spree I do. You could see the tables better, get to them easier and actually spend time digging through those greatest of comic con treasure troves – the boxes under the stalls – and the dealers, all a little depressed and desperate for both sales and company were friendlier, chattier and more willing to knock money off due to the twofold of a) not wanting to take the crap home and b) knowing they probably wouldn’t get a better offer; I got such a good deal on one stall it amounted to me getting two free Rock Lords, let me repeat that, two free Rock Lords - Rock Lords, free, plural. Also the smaller size and lower volume of nerds made it a lot easier to go back to stalls (which still covered two floors though two much smaller floors) and a lot more conducive to repeat browsing, we walked ‘round the whole dealer section twice, just cos – and also because three of the girls in my group (and Dale) were in awesome cosplay and they wanted to strut their stuff.