Nov 16, 6:05 pm
Trekkies, Ponies and The Art of Being Daft
Jam has been a busy lady recently, and I don’t mean washing my hair.
Convention craziness is in the air, and with it comes much opportunity for making an idiot out of one’s self. Never having been the kind of gal to turn down a good invitation for silliness, I have embraced this crazy world with joy, passion, and above all, an absence of dignity.
First up, London Expo. It is the second time I’ve had the pleasure of attending this lovely little convention, and the second time I’ve attended in cosplay, this time as Farah from Prince of Persia (for cosplay guide fun, check the Prince of Persia website soon) As always, one must try to make a grand entrance whenever possible, especially when gold paint is peeling off halfway down your leg, and I am proud to say my journey there via the many (many...) stops on the district line tube station did not fail to surprise, horrify or generally disgust fellow commuters and tourists. I did Farah proud.
Work it baby, work it!
As for the Expo itself, I’m pleased to say it’s going from strength to strength. It’s a surprising shame how rare it is to find a convention that manages to represent the many sides that encompasses the science-fiction fan - from the staple Babylon 5, Star Trek and Star Wars presence, straight down to the LARP (Live Action Role Play) fanatics, the anime kiddies, and even the gamers. And if full grown men dressing up as walking trees is your cup of tea, be sure to keep an eye out for my Frag Doll interview with fellow cosplayers from the Expo too. Or I’ll break your legs.
Not really.
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Next! Hungry for more debasement of character, I ventured my little self up to the, er, sunny world of Manchester for the very first time, home of Lucky, a big wheel, a giant Primark of infinite brilliance and/or doom, and the second annual My Little Pony convention.
Otherwise known as “Women in Their Early Twenties Cling To Their Youth.”
Now, you may ask, why would anyone in their right mind want to attend a My Little Pony convention?
Though, I would counter, why would anyone truly wish to be in their right mind if they could attend a My Little Pony convention instead?
Words truly cannot express just how highly I squealed when I spotted all of those little ponies, bought that My Little Pony pink glitter mug, or laid my eyes on the My Little Pony Meets the Thunderbirds display for the first time.
Thunder, thunder, thunderca- OOPS. Wrong one.
It was like slipping into a coma within a giant, pink birthday cake of nostalgia, rolling around in it for twenty odd years, before emerging, ashamed and bloated, into the night sky.
As for Manchester itself, I can say with relief it isn’t filled with mini Liam and Noel Gallaghers, running around swearing and producing rubbish music, but in fact is rather lovely. Lucky and I even bumped into Sarin on our travels! :D
She’s Going To Kill Me For Posting This
Although, I eternally indebted to Lucky for introducing me to quite possibly the greatest shop in the entire universe, the ‘Bags of Flabour’, which was host to the greatest bag in the entire universe, which I shall now be by my side FOREVER.
Anyway, time to go and do something really masculine now, in a vain attempt to retain what little sense of crediblity I have left. Like banging rocks together or something. Jumping, er… in forests. I dunno!
I’M KEEPING THE GLITTER MUG, DAMNIT!
Peace and Ponies,
Jam
