Internal clock well out of wack, so didn't get much sleep Sunday night.
Sunday morning, managed to see the art show. Some lovely artwork, much of it too rich for our blood in price and nothing that screamed 'Buy me! Buy me!" except a set of the 'sf places' postcards, gorgeous and hilarious. Of note - to look up SMS/Scuzzy's book "If I had a dog," and that Tom Nanson/Fantom is getting really good. Herr Doktor's models are utterly fabulous.
'Truth Justice and the Home Office' had the benefit of Charlie Stross (author of the fabulous 'Laundry' dark fantasy/horror novels, which I love to bits) but a lack of Seanan McGuire. On the other hand, it had a moderator who actually works for Thames Valley police, so the discussion of what the relevant authorities - and which government department was the relevant authority - proceeded with much contribution from the audience, while Jim Butcher wore what had become a normal confused expression.
I had meant to go to talk by a tornado-chaser but rumours were flying that someone had pulled together a bid for next year's Eastercon (which would otherwise have been a no show) so we went to the bid session and were glad we did. Dave Lally and Pat McMurray had managed, in three days, to put together an Eastercon committee, had got their chosen city (Manchester) tourist's board actively on board with a choice of several suitable one-site hotels, and a list of excellent guests. In three days they had put together a presentation much better than that of the bid for 2017. We all want to go to Cardiff, but the bid was not well presented or well thought out (though the guest list which includes Jo Walton is great.) It was accepted but not without a substantial hold-over vote.
We then had lunch with an old friend, before heading out for Seanan McGuire's GoH speech - yes, I know that I never go to GoH speeches but Seanan is hilarious and wise and clever... and I was reminded most of all here of Pterry's old Novacon 'Terry and an audience' sessions. Whether talking passionately about her involvement with social justice or telling stories about her cats, she is one of SF's great entertainers.
I should have gone on to a panel on 'Putting the Fantasy into History or History into Fantasy' with a couple of my friends on it, but I decided that it would be ruder to yawn throughout the proceedings than not to turn up, so I went to bed before I fell asleep.
I spent the evening watching bad TV and reading while Ina went to the masquerade.
On Monday we loaded the car with our gear, worked out how to get out of the car park and back to the M4 and then the M25, checked out, registered for Mancunicon next year, and then I went to the Milford attendees reunion. (God, I remember that mackerel and mushroom pie, which I managed to avoid because I don't do fish.) After that, we went to a demo of 'Fencing for writers: Swashbucklers and Bravos."