Monday was the day to slowly wind down. I worked at the table for a bit, took one last run through the dealers room and couldn’t find the Blakes 7 DVDs. Guess I’ll have to try Amazon.co.uk. Went over to closing ceremonies with Bob MacIntosh. Funny, I was wondering how they were going to get around blasting the Armadillo into orbit. The Pirates stole the ship. Figuring that everything was over; I then went over to the Pirates lair, otherwise known as the Real Ale Bar at the Moat House, and started saying my
goodbyes.

Chatted with a couple of Brits that were planning to visit aunt and uncle next year in West Texas, either before or after LACON. I suggested that they land in Dallas, drive to Aunt and Uncle, then go to Bubonicon in Albuquerque, then drive to LA and fly back home from LA. This would give them a chance to see the American SW and to enjoy that unique heat it is so famous for in August.

I didn’t know that the dead-dog didn’t actually start until 9 PM., I didn’t quite make it. I suddenly discovered that I wasn’t feeling very well. My sinuses were clogged and I started to feel like I had been run over by a fully loaded grocery trolley. I made my goodbyes and departed for CairnCross.