Well I’m being well and truly bitten on the arse this year for having the wherewithall to sort out my annual leave with any degree of promptitude.
I booked EJC, only to have to cancel it after much soul-searching about whether it was worth standing on a Beard stall for 6 hours a day in payment for my plane ticket. (It isn’t.)
And now, after a whole year of being skeptical and pessimistic about the likelihood of the BJC being anything approaching a decent event, and finally being convinced to hand over my pre-reg cash at Chocfest, that’s fucked too. Oh well done. *Slow clap*
So now all we’ve got to look forward to is Bungay, which runs the risk this year of being horribly over-prescribed. My plan is to spend most of the week hiding from people and rolling in the buttercups…
…So no change there then.