So here we are, well over a week after Dcon has finished, and only now do I finally get round to typing this post. Actual proof that no matter how much you run, you can never escape a hangover, and running / drinking more only makes it a lot worse!
I write this first part on behalf of all the UKCM guys who came this year.. We all thank you for the hospitality and kindness each and every one of you showed us while we were at Dcon. We have never met such a nicer and more professional group as yourselves, and the best thing is you have so much fun while doing it.
Now a personal view.
First thing I have learnt about Dcon… there is never enough time! I would have loved to speak and share a drink with each and every one of you but everyone was so busy there never seamed time for circulating the room. So if you are not mentioned in dispatches below it is not a slur!
Dom! What can be said dude… total star! I know what it is like to organise a show, but nothing like the work you put in. Thank you for all you done! Shame the wrestlers in 535 did not give you the oppo to organise the girls or they may not have thrown you out so soon!
Spat. You were right and I was wrong… see I can admit it. Without you none of us would have been at Dcon, and I will always owe you for that. I am also proud to be one of your hangers on! If you are gonna be a toady you might as well be a toady to the best! Thanks dude.
Anthony. It was a pleasure drinking with you sir; you are one in a million! I look forward to either a return leg here in the UK or in New York. You can take me to one of your silly Rugby matches and show me why those girls have to wear helmets and pads. Stay safe dude!
Zee, Jim, Bongo, Bill, Tony, Drew… if you are reading this, I promise NEVER to discuss politics again, but the JD and the chewing tobacco can stay on the agenda!
Derek. Thanks for digging me out of the hole I got myself in on the last day returning the weapons; you truly are a Southern Gent! And as for our plans about the American invasion of the UK… watch this space! My round first!
Spector… get a lighter gun dude, your one is gonna kill you, but at least you will die with STYLE!
Adonis, Keep the cowboy hat, the ladies seamed to like it in the parade. However, on a more serious note Abe the alien wants a word with you. He seams to think it’s your fault I keep calling him a Texas Cockroach, and he isn’t happy about it. Oh, and you do look like Kevin Bacon weather you like it or not!
Tony… please don’t walk into a bar in the US dressed as a British police officer again. I saw you and thought we were about to be deported! It was only when I saw the gun that I realised we were not in the UK! Thanks for everything m8.
Kevin, not only do you look the part in your dress blues, the way you carry it off is stunning! However, I do have a complaint! I travelled 4,500 miles to see only one thing! Khaaaaaaaannnnnnnnn! Next year dude… don’t disappoint again!
And finally……
Mike….. Mike, mike, mike. What can I say. Living proof that no matter how far apart people live, once full of Jack Daniels (and now Canadian whisky) we all have the same sense of humour. It was a pleasure being in your company. I learnt so much. How to dance, how to sing, how far you can stretch one dollar… and most importantly what exactly goes on inside a US Mail box! Thanks dude… it was a blast. MEDIC!!!!
So in conclusion I thank all you guys who loaned us guns and sorry to those of you I did not get to meet, something I intend to rectify at Dcon 09.
It was a blast guys…. Thank you one and all!
Bazfish
Officially the last Brit standing (General Spat, Dcon 2008)
