by Brenda W. Clough
The word is that this Worldcon will be possibly the biggest ever. We arrived today, checking into one of the con hotels and immediately having a Book View Cafe dinner with everyone available plus friends — you may see here among others Chris Dolley, Madeleine Robins and Jen Stevenson!
The con committee prudently organized perhaps 30 tracks of programming, and we’re all going to be busy as bees, if not on programs then attending each other’s panels and making trenchant comments.
Before arriving at the Docklands however, my husband and I indulged in one more bout of touristy activity. We went to the Tower of London, where as you can see the commemoration of WW1 is in full swing. They’re going to put up about 800,000 of these ceramic red poppies up, the same number as the British casualties. The re-enactors are also all of that period, Tommies in khaki urging all good Englishmen to join up while a suffragette demands equal pay for equal work now that women have to do it. Why is it left to an American female to clap and yell ‘Hear, hear!”? Perhaps the Brits are too restrained? This is not a problem I suffer from.