Dear Penny,

Having failed to keep my promise to write a report for the last Discworld Convention, I figured I owed you this, especially as you made a contribution to the meet. :-)

( Gamesmeet 9 )

Xmas - Mostly spent in a relaxed fashion with some of Wingut's family in a house on the edge of Nationaal Park de Hoge Veluwe. Not the prettiest bit but I did get to see the famous Scottish Highlanders (carefully skirted around, that shot wasn't taken from behind a fence ( Read more... )

After the non-existent Germans Uwe and M had left, I noticed that a third can of wasabi peas (don't ask) had appeared on top of the two that they'd already given to me...

M had arrived on Friday struggling with a heavy suitcase and it was soon apparent why. They had brought Food. Apart from the wasabi peas, there were two bags of nut corners[1] ( Read more... )

So what to do in my last days/weeks here? Apart from packing boxes and wondering why I brought so many books to Paris that is. I've made a list of things that I'd still like to do but I think I have time for about half of them.

Last night I went to the Paris Blogue-t-il? meet and wound up speaking even more English than last time. It wasn't just ( Read more... )

So much for a quiet summer in Paris, I got back last Wednesday night from London and have been running ever since! I've finally got my photos from CCDE 2005 up. They're mostly photos from the cloggie area of the noisy field rather than of the programme items with the exception of the fencing ( Read more... )

It was at least 33°C today so what does my conversation partner order? A hot chocolate. I think the logic went that it would make him feel cooler on the outside.

Anyways.

( Read more and join the ants at the picnic. )

The Paris Blogue-t-il? meet last night was a resounding success. It grew from a small idea to more than 200 people registered to attend, to the slight panic of the organisers who protested that they were just bloggers like ourselves and if anything went wrong please not to eat them ( Read more... )

The Dublin trip was tiring although fairly civilised; no one wound up crawling home on their eyebrows. When I came home late that afternoon, I was too wired to go to bed early like a sensible person and slumping my economy-class spine into a chair while talking to fellow bloggers seemed like just the thing.

Petite Anglaise had organised an expat ( Read more... )