Here is a visual account of the days where my hands weren't too cold to take pictures:
A reaction to a classic Fraser funny... obviously!
Till I put him to sleep...
...Forever!
Managed to get a parking space right outside the door of the convention.
Saw lots of familiar faces inside and got some lovely work by Claudia Rossi. I saw some fat chick getting an actual picture of Amy Winehouse on her back whilst the dude mouthed the words to the blaring Coheed & Cambria he had on, this brightened my day.
About to greet...
Laughing through the tears.
So yes about 9 hours or so after we arrived at the convention it was time to celebrate with the only thing that soakes up the pain of needle to skin... PIZZA HUT!
To my utter dismay the said 'Hut had closed but 11minutes earlier... We then went on the hunt for something cheesy and flat.
Oh Hello... PIZZA KING! (what?)
Here was a Pizza vendor on the Brighton Seafront that did some rather enticing offers!
Unfortunately the Pizza tasted of ass and the Diet Coke was a good 4 months or so out of date. The swine!
I'll be sure never to eat from there again.
Sunday visit to the Lego shop and in and around the Lanes in Brighton.
A tad brisk I must have thought to myself... If only I had seen what was coming...
Lego Volkswagen Beetle.
Lego Taj Mahal.
Lego AT-AT from Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back.
Lego pigs.
Ultimate Warrior paste-up... we went to see The Wrestler aswell to escape the cold. Spiffing.
Nice red-on-red wall art.
Here endeth my photo takings of Sunday as the snow blew through the lanes and caused my nose to morph into a pink faucet and my fingers to fall off. As mentioned we shopped for a tad longer, bought some Smiths CDs and comics, cheeky Nutella milkshakes, then escaped to The Wrestler at the Odeon. Shoddy theatre 6.
7:00am Monday morning.... no flights today
Back to bed then Twilight. Not as shite as I had imagined. Didn't make me want to be a vampire whatsoever. The girl in it is unbelievable and I think i'll let her be my future wife.
Pretty cold and miserable Monday, bought a Morrissey cd and some new socks and underwear, that was nice. Snow galore only to be made worse by... THE RETURN OF THE PIZZA KING!
Pizza Hut shut early due to too much business or some other witchcraft and we were forced to eat the unholiest of foods, going back on my previous oath no less! However, this time we were not punked by the out of date Diet Coke, but the rubber excuse for Pizza meant I simply couldn't finish mine.
Oh dear.
Managed to get home Tuesday, another day off work. Will miss Brighton.
Oh shit, I just remembered, I live in Glasgow. FUCK.
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