The flight, or flights, to Chicago were … uneventful. Getting to Gatwick was easy, the station even had coloured lines on the floor so you could follow them to the correct location, which in my case was a machine which…

Post-Edinburgh, I caught the Caldonian Sleeper back to London, cunningly using the sleeping time as traveling time, and saving a night of accommodation cost, because I’m clever. Well, a little bit clever; I was still a bit exhausted from sleeping…

Yes, I did go for a ‘close’ pun. I Regret Nothing! Old Edinburgh has closes or wynds, narrow alleys running off the Royal Mile (and a few other roads) to provide access to the buildings behind the frontage, the roads behind those,…

Edinburgh has squirrels; I feel that it’s important that you know this. This one was helpful enough to pose dynamically on a tree for maximum photogenicness & drama, and had a nice eye for appropriate backlighting. It’s really refreshing to…

I was getting steadily better, the cough having … well, ‘vanished’ is the wrong word. ‘Diminished’ doesn’t really cut it either. Let’s say that the bouts of horrifying coughing which left my sides hurting and did odd things to my…

I’m counting a thing that happened the night before as happening on π Approximation Day, because of time zones. Or something. Tamsin had asked about how the Gen Con events registration system worked, so we had a play with it,…

The bus left Edinburgh at 8-ish. I get the idea that they’d have liked to have left earlier, but some people had been told to go to the wrong place for pick-up, which complicated things. There were also a couple…