Black Library Live

I have eventually decided what I want to use this blog for, and the long awaited answer was as simple as ”Whatever the hell I feel like”. So no, this won’t be a topical blog as I am terrible at them, it will instead be a mish-mash of life, thoughts, goings on, ventures in art and anything else I feel like posting up here. It may even be the ”Behind the Scenes’ to Aaron’s work blog, for those of you only reading this as it was linked off his site.SO with that out of the way onto the actual post.

Black Library Live.

This is by far my favorite event, mostly because it is so small and imitate and you actually get a chance to talk to people, rather than the factory line race of bigger events, and it’s in the BL Headquarters themselves which I am much more familiar with and ergo, much more comfortable with, as I know everyone there.  Anyway, we flew over on Thursday, my darling husband to be had asked Lynn for the 2pm flight and forgotten, however, to check the actual time on the boarding passes when it was booked. This resulted in a spree of madness when at 1.15am on Wednesday night I printed them off to find it wasn’t 2pm at all, but in fact 7.30 am. After grabbing a very tossy-turny two hour nap we set out at 4 in the morning to get there on time. Aaron bless him hadn’t slept at this point. Regardless of starting rushes, we made it on time and the flight went smoothly. Another of the times I love about BL is that they, and I don’t know if it’s intentional or not, send us the same guy to collect us each time, his name is Colin and hes utterly lovely.

After checking in and cleaning up, we had a small debate of sorts which landed us at the mutual conclusion that after 5 hours of travelling, and very little sleep, and it being 9 or 10 am still, the only thing, in the world that would aid this situation would be Macdonalds breakkie. So of we trekked, after which we headed over to the Black Libary HQ.

The Black Library Offices are magic. I would hate to do an office job, except here, the only offices in the world I would give a limb to be part of. They have a brilliant atmosphere and the people are amazing. They have been incredibly lucky to have a full team full of brilliant folks. And it was these brilliant folks that took turns keeping us company as we flopped down in Bugman’s and didn’t move all day as the fatigue started to set in.

So tired were we that by 7.30 that evening we were both tucked up in bed sound asleep. This is an anomaly. I often go to bed ‘early’ as I have a day job, but never before 11pm. Aaron, however, is often only up a few hours by this time, so this was a very odd sensation, as was waking up at 7.30 the next morning, and not rushing to get out as we casually strolled for a lovely hotel breakfast.

Friday was a blast. While Aaron hung out with Graham, Dan and Jim, discussing the future directions of the Heresy and likely a lot of other nonsense, I went to help set-up for Saturday. Caroline, Mark, Mal, Rik, many others and me spent the day unpacking thousands of books, while bopping around to Barry White, all in the spirit of Valentines, of course. Thousands of books were set out, hundreds of posters were tacked up, using some ingenious resourceful techniques at times, and laughs were had.

My quest to try and find out if there were plans in the pipeline for new Sisters of Battle models failed, as the Design studio and the Forge World guys, although lovely, are like secret agents, so on that count I’m back to watching for updates. When the boys eventually emerged from their meeting we all headed back to the Hotel, for a quite wash and change before dinner. Dinner was at the lovely little Italian restaurant called Zizzi’s, in the City Center, featuring, Lindsey and Rick Priestly, Dan, Graham, Sandy, Jim, Nick, and Aaron and I. The general theme of the night was a good deal of audio discussions, movies, script writing and of course, comic’s. Dan is actually a very interesting guy to talk to about Comic’s. After a beautiful blackcurrant sorbet, Nick dragged Graham, Jim, Aaron and I out for drinks and Graham took us to the amazing little pub,  called The Turf Tavern. I loved this place, beads strung over the mirrors, Bettie Page, Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe on the walls, and a barman of equal measures of bizarre and awesome. He had one of those french villain from the Black and White movie mustaches. I wanted to take a picture but I would have felt rude.  And then came Sautrday.

The Event itself. On arriving and spotting the que at the door we did stop for a moment and debate throwing Dan to them and making a break for it, but thankfully Nick came and let us in a side door before any Dan-Sacrificing. We spent the day bustling about form readings and signings to the Greenroom for coffee and chocolate. While Aaron was signing I snuck into the greenroom to see the Mini Mcneill, little Evan is, I swear to you, one of the most beautiful babies I have ever seen, and his heart-melting little grin sent my broody nature into overdrive. It is, somewhat of a miracle that this organ-melting little wonder, with his cheeky little grins as he tried to chew Lindsy’s  Games Day Trousers in fascination, still remains in his parents custody and I am not being jailed for kidnap. It took all my mental strength. I am quite proud of myself.

Sadly, just as I got to meet the wonderful Sarah, Ben and little Jamie for a drink, Bugman’s closed early and booted us out after one pint. This was a dire shame and shall have to be rectified next time round. So we retired to the Hotel where a shattered Aaron slept and I watched a billion Vampire programs on TV while utterly perplexed at the fascination and fad that seems to have developed over them. On Sunday, after a long day of traveling we got home about 9pm to find a pile of boxes, mostly for Aaron, beyond which lay the destruction of Loken. Who had tossed all the mail off the table, and it now lay scattered all over the floor in a white and blue rainbow screaming ‘Pay me!’. And of course half the contents of the bin lay strewn across the kitchen floor. I left this for the night, and am about to go tackle it now. Silly cat.

This was a little rushed and jammed together without thought so for that I am sorry. I shall likely have another update for you tomorrow on the topic of ”Other Things.”. How creative am I?

Until then, I had an excellent weekend and it was brilliant meeting you all again and thank you all for making it such a great event.

Much love,

Katie

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  1. You’re so sweet.

    It was lovely to meet you guys as well, and we will have that drinking re-match, even if I have to swim the Irish Channel to get it!

    🙂

    Jamie says ‘hi!’

  2. Sounds like you had a blast! As dumb as I might sound, what is Black Library Live? Is it a convention that just showcases upcoming BL releases or does it have any gaming going on?

    BTW I’m Myth, Aaron’s American Nemesis. 😉 I’ll have to start reading your blog!

    • Heya!

      It’s an Event mostly based around Black Library which is the book plubishing half of Games Workshop. So most of it is book sales, Author talks and signings, however there are games going on as well over in the Games Hall, though we didn’t get over to see them this year, apparently they had a ‘Prospro Burns’ game going.

      Also heya! Nemesis you say? Is there a story in that? 🙂

  3. Sounds like it was fun. It’s a pity Rob’s do wasn’t on Saturday, real shame that you were over and we didn’t get to catch up.

    I’ve also found that it’s easier to get out to Ireland than it is to get to Luton. And it’s all Milton Keynes’ fault! It all looks the same and is, literally, the end of the line.

    • Hey G! I know, I was so bummed I missed it, had I known we’d be free on the Saturday night I would have totally come down anyway!

      Going to have to organize something soon, I miss you guys =(

    • Who actually wants to get to Luton?? I was born there and never want to go back! 😉

      On a more blog-lated note; this was an enjoyable read, which is weird because i hate reading blogs


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