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burntcopperaka 'Tell your friends what you experienced this weekend!'
'...48 hours of cock jokes?'
Gold tickets nearly sold out on sunday, and Erykah is snickering pre-emptively since rumours started up about James marsters maybe turning up, and thus the marsters obsessives being thwarted from crowding out the front row.
It was a wonderful, glorious, hysterical, utterly filthy drunken weekend. Most of the cast (specifically one Gareth David Lloyd, though Kai, Tom and Matt were putting a decent effort in) kept aiming to reach, or surpass the thing known as 'The Barrowman Line'. For those non-Torchwood or Barrowman fans, this is quite simply how far you can push the bounds of taste and decency that was apparently coined at The Hub. At one point GDL and Matt Rippy managed to smash it, then accelerate so fast that they looped it twice in the space of two minutes.
We had : Kai Owen (Rhys) Tom Price (PC Andy), Gareth David Lloyd (Ianto) Matt Rippy (Captain Jack Harkness, original version) Eve Myles (Gwen) Burn Gorman (Owen), Siobhan Hewlett (Harriet, WW1 Torchwood) Roderick (Gerald, WW1 Torchwood) Phil Ford (writer of Something Borrowed and the Skypoint book).
Most of whom are very lovely, very normal, great fun, and utterly filthy bastards who kept trying to out-do each other. (siobhan wasn't as filthy, though. and poor roderick was so not prepared and kept giving one word answers, but we forgave him since it's not like he's had the training that the rest have had. Though I doubt he'll be back.)
There's nothing really specific you can take out of the talks, aside from Eve cracking up whenever possible, Matt taking about five minutes to adjust and then competing with GDL for filth, the glory that is Randy (sketch of filth and wonder of Rhys and Andy teaming up to fight alien crime because Torchwood are too busy shagging and fucking up, as written by Phil Ford), the sheer amount of donkeys there will be in S3, and how many piss-takes there were of Barrowman (shamelessly encouraged), Six Nations updates on the score (sulking about missing England-France and will have to catch up on iplayer). oh, and Gareth snogged Matt.
They accused of us of only being interested in blokes snogging. audience : 'YES!' Sunday, Burn had to leave early, so they auctioned off his place in the guest talk. Girl was actually a bit better than Roderick and provided some laughs when Rippy riffed off a couple of her answers.
Outside the talks :
Matt turned up late on Friday night in motorcycle leathers. The FOOL. He is very funny, ridiculously pretty (Eve and the others commented on this a lot) and believes in hanging out in the bar (had to be shoved to bed most nights). plus very suggestible when drunk. And huggy. Friday night, you had me and him doing tennis-watching whilst a couple of people were aiming good-natured insults at each other that was great spectator sport. Got my other copy of the American soldiers guide to the UK signed by him (he'd come across them at a wedding) '..Captain Jack Harkness (Deceased), Matt Rippy?' 'other copy signed by Barrowman. Also, it's dated '42. Your character died in '41.'
Kai was collecting for Clic Sargeant all weekend, since he's running the London marathon in their name. And is so ridiculously lovely. Not to mention holding up his photoshoots by being chatty. Inclined to abuse Paul, the bloke asking questions.
Burn is evil. Both of us cracked each other up in the photo so it had to be taken again. And the first Bullseye bit him on the arse so he had to make it part of the skit that night. And sooooo nice.
Slightly peeved that Siobhan and Roderick weren't doing photos, just signing.
Phil couldn't believe so many people were willing to queue for his signature.
Bugger all sleep due to waking up regularly during the night.
pool! Yay!
Very firmly grabbing one girl by the shoulder who'd been giggling about grabbing Tom's arse as he walked by to the photoshoot as we were in the queue on sunday just as she was lunging. With a rather sharp 'He is not a piece of meat, how would you feel if a stranger did that?' 'It's just fun!' 'No, it really fucking isn't.' Seriously. how do people think this is okay? She was left with a rather long-lasting red mark under her collarbone. Shucks.
...having a hotel and station in the middle of town is bloody brilliant for random shopping and takeaway.
And it turns out no-one who's *native* to Northampton knows where Costa Coffee is. Thus I was thwarted in my throat's need for hot chocolate on sunday.
Organisation. OMG organisation. All photos and signings in morning (extremely regimented by group number, which could be frustrating but worked), all talks in afternoon, with a good hour and a half designated for *everyone*'s lunch - which also meant there wasn't the bit where everyone's still queueing at 7pm and the poor actors aren't utterly dead. Mostly ran to time, aside from Tom and Kai's photo sessions because they chat. No bloody mad opening and closing ceremonies in the evening that overrun like fuck. Far more relaxed. No costume competition either, which was rather good because as we know, these can be somewhat cringe-worthy. Programme had the autograph check on the back, and was quick snippets rather'n entire pages of waffle. Fully approve of questions master when done well, since it's a decent filter.
parties/bar. These require their own separate bit, especially the saturday night. Vaguely disturbed that I ended up being expert at con dances for a crowd I'd never been in before.... (and many of these did not know Star Trekking. Good lord. HOW?)
Friday, Turn of the Century. With casino - all the tables, you got fake money in your pack, and lots of people in costume. Not always accurate, but it was fun and lots of effort was made. Alycia's Cyberking was *much* admired. Ranged from ballgowns to Erykah's steampunk (I was her pissed-off guide from torchwood) to chimney sweeps. party fun, bar fun, good prices. Ran into![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
randommagic and hugged lonelybrit and then we bullied flatlanddan about seeing merlin.
Saturday. OMG Saturday. Old-fashioned carnival stalls which were all free! (actually the ones from the carnival ep, but jason only found out after he booked) Candyfloss! rifle range! coconut shy! glowsticks! The Freak Show tent that was mostly populated by staff members that I somehow ended up barking for! (it's utterly great doing that - over the top, and your mission is to freak people out and make them giggle, but good god does it kill your voice), and all done fabulously so you really *did* jump at each act. Last minute stand-in tarot readers! Hotel staff who came off shift and had candyfloss too! All kinds of strange costumes, with a rather popular one being the female ringmaster - yours truly was doing tattooed girl and the amount of 'is that real?' (including Phil Ford) was a tad perturbing, considering it was very obviously paint - it was smudged in places. I blame the dim lighting and alcohol. With added comments of 'you're brave'. Half the staff, being convention whores : 'This is overdressed'.
And then came the bar. Gareth was finally pushed off the pool table, Phil got surrounded by the more mature contingent and I remember helping explain why slash is popular amongst girls, Kai was stopping and chatting, and Matt Rippy got cornered by the fangirls. Got drunk. Got tarot'd. Then came the crystal thingy, and he said 'the problem is I don't know if I do have good taste in underwear'. Us : 'Prove it.' He showed rather nice navy lonsdale boxer-briefs. Then Steph (doing tarot) showed her leopard skin ones. And then came the line 'why don't we swap?' from Steph. and Matt was drunk enough that he agreed, so off they traipsed to the loo. Rest of crowd stared at each other in disbelief because we couldn't quite believe that had happened. They came back and lo and behold they had swapped, and there is a hell of a lot of photographic evidence. After? he was pretty much imprisoned at the bar by fangirls. At one point attempted to get Kai to help him out, though Kai was also pissed (which somehow included Matt attempting to tell kai's future by groping his arse). Kai did not remember the groping until next morning. Further mad underwear shenanigans *over* the jeans. Am told Matt eventually went to bed after 3, and one suspects he will never get into that situation again. Though he did produce Steph's undies at his talk, and Steph still has his.
Sunday. Lots less peoples, v. relaxed, theme being cardiff night out - and I scared several people who didn't know you can do most of the con dances in high heels with relative ease.) Did not do full night due to being tired and the fun *popular* songs not being played until 1pm, by which time you're in full chat mode.
'...48 hours of cock jokes?'
Gold tickets nearly sold out on sunday, and Erykah is snickering pre-emptively since rumours started up about James marsters maybe turning up, and thus the marsters obsessives being thwarted from crowding out the front row.
It was a wonderful, glorious, hysterical, utterly filthy drunken weekend. Most of the cast (specifically one Gareth David Lloyd, though Kai, Tom and Matt were putting a decent effort in) kept aiming to reach, or surpass the thing known as 'The Barrowman Line'. For those non-Torchwood or Barrowman fans, this is quite simply how far you can push the bounds of taste and decency that was apparently coined at The Hub. At one point GDL and Matt Rippy managed to smash it, then accelerate so fast that they looped it twice in the space of two minutes.
We had : Kai Owen (Rhys) Tom Price (PC Andy), Gareth David Lloyd (Ianto) Matt Rippy (Captain Jack Harkness, original version) Eve Myles (Gwen) Burn Gorman (Owen), Siobhan Hewlett (Harriet, WW1 Torchwood) Roderick (Gerald, WW1 Torchwood) Phil Ford (writer of Something Borrowed and the Skypoint book).
Most of whom are very lovely, very normal, great fun, and utterly filthy bastards who kept trying to out-do each other. (siobhan wasn't as filthy, though. and poor roderick was so not prepared and kept giving one word answers, but we forgave him since it's not like he's had the training that the rest have had. Though I doubt he'll be back.)
There's nothing really specific you can take out of the talks, aside from Eve cracking up whenever possible, Matt taking about five minutes to adjust and then competing with GDL for filth, the glory that is Randy (sketch of filth and wonder of Rhys and Andy teaming up to fight alien crime because Torchwood are too busy shagging and fucking up, as written by Phil Ford), the sheer amount of donkeys there will be in S3, and how many piss-takes there were of Barrowman (shamelessly encouraged), Six Nations updates on the score (sulking about missing England-France and will have to catch up on iplayer). oh, and Gareth snogged Matt.
They accused of us of only being interested in blokes snogging. audience : 'YES!' Sunday, Burn had to leave early, so they auctioned off his place in the guest talk. Girl was actually a bit better than Roderick and provided some laughs when Rippy riffed off a couple of her answers.
Outside the talks :
Matt turned up late on Friday night in motorcycle leathers. The FOOL. He is very funny, ridiculously pretty (Eve and the others commented on this a lot) and believes in hanging out in the bar (had to be shoved to bed most nights). plus very suggestible when drunk. And huggy. Friday night, you had me and him doing tennis-watching whilst a couple of people were aiming good-natured insults at each other that was great spectator sport. Got my other copy of the American soldiers guide to the UK signed by him (he'd come across them at a wedding) '..Captain Jack Harkness (Deceased), Matt Rippy?' 'other copy signed by Barrowman. Also, it's dated '42. Your character died in '41.'
Kai was collecting for Clic Sargeant all weekend, since he's running the London marathon in their name. And is so ridiculously lovely. Not to mention holding up his photoshoots by being chatty. Inclined to abuse Paul, the bloke asking questions.
Burn is evil. Both of us cracked each other up in the photo so it had to be taken again. And the first Bullseye bit him on the arse so he had to make it part of the skit that night. And sooooo nice.
Slightly peeved that Siobhan and Roderick weren't doing photos, just signing.
Phil couldn't believe so many people were willing to queue for his signature.
Bugger all sleep due to waking up regularly during the night.
pool! Yay!
Very firmly grabbing one girl by the shoulder who'd been giggling about grabbing Tom's arse as he walked by to the photoshoot as we were in the queue on sunday just as she was lunging. With a rather sharp 'He is not a piece of meat, how would you feel if a stranger did that?' 'It's just fun!' 'No, it really fucking isn't.' Seriously. how do people think this is okay? She was left with a rather long-lasting red mark under her collarbone. Shucks.
...having a hotel and station in the middle of town is bloody brilliant for random shopping and takeaway.
And it turns out no-one who's *native* to Northampton knows where Costa Coffee is. Thus I was thwarted in my throat's need for hot chocolate on sunday.
Organisation. OMG organisation. All photos and signings in morning (extremely regimented by group number, which could be frustrating but worked), all talks in afternoon, with a good hour and a half designated for *everyone*'s lunch - which also meant there wasn't the bit where everyone's still queueing at 7pm and the poor actors aren't utterly dead. Mostly ran to time, aside from Tom and Kai's photo sessions because they chat. No bloody mad opening and closing ceremonies in the evening that overrun like fuck. Far more relaxed. No costume competition either, which was rather good because as we know, these can be somewhat cringe-worthy. Programme had the autograph check on the back, and was quick snippets rather'n entire pages of waffle. Fully approve of questions master when done well, since it's a decent filter.
parties/bar. These require their own separate bit, especially the saturday night. Vaguely disturbed that I ended up being expert at con dances for a crowd I'd never been in before.... (and many of these did not know Star Trekking. Good lord. HOW?)
Friday, Turn of the Century. With casino - all the tables, you got fake money in your pack, and lots of people in costume. Not always accurate, but it was fun and lots of effort was made. Alycia's Cyberking was *much* admired. Ranged from ballgowns to Erykah's steampunk (I was her pissed-off guide from torchwood) to chimney sweeps. party fun, bar fun, good prices. Ran into
randommagic and hugged lonelybrit and then we bullied flatlanddan about seeing merlin.Saturday. OMG Saturday. Old-fashioned carnival stalls which were all free! (actually the ones from the carnival ep, but jason only found out after he booked) Candyfloss! rifle range! coconut shy! glowsticks! The Freak Show tent that was mostly populated by staff members that I somehow ended up barking for! (it's utterly great doing that - over the top, and your mission is to freak people out and make them giggle, but good god does it kill your voice), and all done fabulously so you really *did* jump at each act. Last minute stand-in tarot readers! Hotel staff who came off shift and had candyfloss too! All kinds of strange costumes, with a rather popular one being the female ringmaster - yours truly was doing tattooed girl and the amount of 'is that real?' (including Phil Ford) was a tad perturbing, considering it was very obviously paint - it was smudged in places. I blame the dim lighting and alcohol. With added comments of 'you're brave'. Half the staff, being convention whores : 'This is overdressed'.
And then came the bar. Gareth was finally pushed off the pool table, Phil got surrounded by the more mature contingent and I remember helping explain why slash is popular amongst girls, Kai was stopping and chatting, and Matt Rippy got cornered by the fangirls. Got drunk. Got tarot'd. Then came the crystal thingy, and he said 'the problem is I don't know if I do have good taste in underwear'. Us : 'Prove it.' He showed rather nice navy lonsdale boxer-briefs. Then Steph (doing tarot) showed her leopard skin ones. And then came the line 'why don't we swap?' from Steph. and Matt was drunk enough that he agreed, so off they traipsed to the loo. Rest of crowd stared at each other in disbelief because we couldn't quite believe that had happened. They came back and lo and behold they had swapped, and there is a hell of a lot of photographic evidence. After? he was pretty much imprisoned at the bar by fangirls. At one point attempted to get Kai to help him out, though Kai was also pissed (which somehow included Matt attempting to tell kai's future by groping his arse). Kai did not remember the groping until next morning. Further mad underwear shenanigans *over* the jeans. Am told Matt eventually went to bed after 3, and one suspects he will never get into that situation again. Though he did produce Steph's undies at his talk, and Steph still has his.
Sunday. Lots less peoples, v. relaxed, theme being cardiff night out - and I scared several people who didn't know you can do most of the con dances in high heels with relative ease.) Did not do full night due to being tired and the fun *popular* songs not being played until 1pm, by which time you're in full chat mode.
