Well, here we are then.
Apparently I am the final guest blogger.Â Showâ€™s over.Â We have had Aleister Crowley talk, bookshop talk, steampunk talk, Indian &Â Finnish & etc SF, ninjas & piratesÂ & zombies, and painstaking and thorough analysis of why and exactly in what ways Twilight sucks. Now there’s only me. Â My job, like the nightâ€™s last stand up comic or variety act, is to keep you vaguely diverted while the waitstaff come round and collect your money.Â I don’t have to be entertaining, I just have to make it awkward for you to leave without paying.Â Oh yes! None of you will leave without paying.Â Those of you who have unwisely passed out at the bar will have your wallets rifled through by light-fingered waitresses with drug habits to support.Â Afterwards someone will have to clean up all the mess. Which one of you was sick in the toilets? Whatâ€™s this sticky residue here in the back?