Crox Minor and I are just back from geeking out at the the London Film and Comic Convention. As you can see it was very busy.

Pic by Crox Minor entitled ‘Where’s Wally? Special Geek Edition’
There were lots of people in the most amazing costumes.

‘I don’t fancy yours, much’.
We met our old friends Genki Gear and updated our stock of T-shirts.

Crox Minor’s leggings received many incredulous stares and several compliments from other delegates, some of them in costume. A woman in a shiny blue bikini and fishnets asked Crox Minor where she’d got them. A man dressed in black leather and fangs took a photograph. So, for all you lovely people, Crox Minor got her leggings here.
I got held up at phaserpoint….

‘Whaddya mean, you rejected it without review?’
Notwithstanding inasmuch as which I’m pleased to say that my geeky T-shirt received a few knowing grins from several geeks, and for those interested you can get yours here.
We spent a happy day buying more geekwear, as well as animé, manga and old SF paperbacks. Crox Minor told me a great deal about new subgenres of which I had hitherto been unaware, such as vocaloid animé.
Perhaps the best thing was the costumes. So inspired Crox Minor and I already have plans to come to a convention disguised as a Steampunk Klezmer band, with her saxophone (pretty steampunk without adornment) and an accordion (tricked out with all kinds of extra valves and dials and things.) Alternatively we could come as the Knights Who Say ‘Ni!‘ – I am already scouring eBay for suitable antlers. What the heck, we might do both. Though neither simultaneously, nor at the same time.
I am really proud to have engendered offspring with whom I can enjoy such innocent geeky pleasures. Truly, I am the Geekfather.




Can I get the leggings with a blown left knee? I’d like to be able to point out my injuries to uninterested bystanders.
I can only hope to aspire to such geekdom, although we have just embarked on indoctrinating the Junior Wintles in the Star Wars universe. So far, they’ve watched episodes
one, two and threefour, five, and six. I don’t thinktheywe are ready for Jar-Jar again just yet.