Aren't you a little short for a storm trooper?
Spent today at the Excel centre enjoying the various nerdy delights of Salute 2011.
Pictures of my 37 year old, 6'5'' goth husband having his arse handed to him at the gaming table by a 7 year old girl in a pink sparkly T-shirt will follow when I have the feeling back in my feet and the motivation to go all the way downstairs for the camera, but in the meantime, a few highlights:
- The group of 6 very well costumed storm troopers (complete with unnecessarily large guns) wandering round, accompanied by an adorable 5'8'' Darth Vader (presumably travel sized for their convenience)
- Occasional march-pasts by a group of American Civil War re-enactors (much shouting and waving of flags)
- Finding a set of all three Pratchett witches cast in white metal and ready for painting by yours truly at discount price
- The contrast between the hall full of chubby nerds going into ecstasies over tiny, tiny models of various kinds of infantry, and the hall full of super-fit, revoltingly vital types signing up for the London Marathon