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We’ve been and gone and done it and Lesticle is over. It was all rather good fun but alarmingly tiring what with the full 14 hours of standing n’that. Our only real problem was having all those acres of room and not enough people to fill it. But having said that, we didn’t do too badly. It certainly wasn’t as poorly attended as other first-time conventions I’ve been to. Cough-Salford-cough! The absence of the Bristol contingent was duly noted, however. Lazy swine.

Peaks of the day included marvelling at the first punters turning up a good hour before doors opened, watching The Family Peat take control of the front desk with their unparalleled style and efficiency of manner, gym-ball basketball, Mamphy’s ability to deliver chips, Tom mouthing Lizzy’s lesticle and Olive being a little pro-active star.

But I had a couple of troughs too. DJ ‘Bangin’ Darren and Rebecca failing to arrive until 3.30pm in favour of pissing around on Facebook all day caused not a little bad feeling. Busy-beeing in the food kiosk I managed to scald myself at least five times, clumsy oaf that I am. I also managed a quite spectacular mini-breakdown at around teatime. It had something to do with chips and losing my phone and involved a bit of storming around and feeling hard done by. But it passed once I’d been fed. Sorry ’bout that.

Alby and I did our first workshop together. It went reasonably successfully, although in hindsight I think our scope was rather too large. Given the vastly different skill levels of those who attended we weren’t quite sure how to proceed. We started off with some 3 count with six clubs as a bit of a lefty-righty warm up but then had to move on to 7 clubs and leave a couple of pairs languishing behind. But we got some thankyous at the end of it and later on in the day I saw at least a couple of pairs working on some of the stuff we’d shown them. It’s certainly something I’d like to do again, at any rate.

Clean up at the end of the day was fun and involved lots of nice people sticking around to lend a hand and tell us how wonderful we all were. We had a group ‘Go Lesticle!’ moment which Barnesy opted out of in favour of retaining his dignity. But then he went and sent himself flying arse over tit across the room whilst trying to ride on a collapsable trolley. How we larfed. We also found out that although having a kiosk meant that we had to work our arses off all day in it, we got to take the leftovers home. Nyom. I love that conventiony people don’t like meaty crisps.

And now we’re all tired and sleepy and feeling rather good about ourselves. Hopefully next year there’s be enough people turn up so that the building doesn’t look deserted.

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