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What follows are assorted notes I jotted down while we were at Worldcon, prettied up a little. I've missed some panels out that I enjoyed but don't have very clear memories of, but it's long enough as it is.
We arrived after a hard flight. It was a little Saab twin-prop job that hopped around the sky, tossed about by turbulence. I hated it. Once we were on the ground I regained my composure, but I was terrified while we were in the air.
We got to the hotel around 3.30 or 4.00. We didn't do much that afternoon and then wandered down to the conference centre to register. The dealers' room wasn't open at that stage. Afterwards we went back up towards Sauchiehall Street and ate dinner in the Argan café, a Moroccan and Mediterranean restaurant. It was delicious but marred by the very slow delivery. I know that I ate tapas-style and Sam had the more regular starter and main course, but her main course arrived about 45 minutes after I'd had my last dish. Crap.
Thursday was getting into the swing of the con, learning our way around the venues and hitting the first of the panels. ( Thursday )
Friday was a panel marathon, but we also caught up with old friends. Whisky was consumed. ( Friday )
Saturday the panel marathon continued and I began to think I'd have to write a novel just to empty my head of the hundreds of ideas that were cluttering it up after this intense SF dose. ( Saturday )
( Charlie Stross's kaffeklatsch )
( Game design: playability vs. realism and Tall Technical Tales )
( Anonymous Claire )
By Sunday my note taking was more comprehensive. Yet more panels and some incredible Indian food.
( AIs: the aliens we make )
( Forgotten children's books )
( Genre-killing ideas )
Sunday lunch at the Mother India Cafe on Argyle Street. Simply brilliant Indian food. We ate way too much, including chilli king prawns, chicken achari, lamb pasandi, curried smoked haddock, some aloo thingy in a pancake, plus nan, paratha and raitha. What an excellent meal with great combinations of flavours. I'll definitely go back there the next time I'm in Glasgow. The only drawback was the bloated stomach and burping I had for the rest of the afternoon having overeaten at lunch. Eyes bigger than stomach, I'm afraid.
( Jack Cohen's kaffeklatsch )
( The rest of Sunday )
( Scarpering home )
Apologies to anyone I met and forgot to mention, or any panellist who I didn't include. I'll plead ignorance and exhaustion in roughly equal measure. I'd like to thank the organisers of Interaction publicly. It was a fabulous con, and I really enjoyed it. SECC security might have been a pain, but the quality of the panels and the general mood of fannish good nature were splendid.
We arrived after a hard flight. It was a little Saab twin-prop job that hopped around the sky, tossed about by turbulence. I hated it. Once we were on the ground I regained my composure, but I was terrified while we were in the air.
We got to the hotel around 3.30 or 4.00. We didn't do much that afternoon and then wandered down to the conference centre to register. The dealers' room wasn't open at that stage. Afterwards we went back up towards Sauchiehall Street and ate dinner in the Argan café, a Moroccan and Mediterranean restaurant. It was delicious but marred by the very slow delivery. I know that I ate tapas-style and Sam had the more regular starter and main course, but her main course arrived about 45 minutes after I'd had my last dish. Crap.
Thursday was getting into the swing of the con, learning our way around the venues and hitting the first of the panels. ( Thursday )
Friday was a panel marathon, but we also caught up with old friends. Whisky was consumed. ( Friday )
Saturday the panel marathon continued and I began to think I'd have to write a novel just to empty my head of the hundreds of ideas that were cluttering it up after this intense SF dose. ( Saturday )
( Charlie Stross's kaffeklatsch )
( Game design: playability vs. realism and Tall Technical Tales )
( Anonymous Claire )
By Sunday my note taking was more comprehensive. Yet more panels and some incredible Indian food.
( AIs: the aliens we make )
( Forgotten children's books )
( Genre-killing ideas )
Sunday lunch at the Mother India Cafe on Argyle Street. Simply brilliant Indian food. We ate way too much, including chilli king prawns, chicken achari, lamb pasandi, curried smoked haddock, some aloo thingy in a pancake, plus nan, paratha and raitha. What an excellent meal with great combinations of flavours. I'll definitely go back there the next time I'm in Glasgow. The only drawback was the bloated stomach and burping I had for the rest of the afternoon having overeaten at lunch. Eyes bigger than stomach, I'm afraid.
( Jack Cohen's kaffeklatsch )
( The rest of Sunday )
( Scarpering home )
Apologies to anyone I met and forgot to mention, or any panellist who I didn't include. I'll plead ignorance and exhaustion in roughly equal measure. I'd like to thank the organisers of Interaction publicly. It was a fabulous con, and I really enjoyed it. SECC security might have been a pain, but the quality of the panels and the general mood of fannish good nature were splendid.