The Scottish PF Conference
May.11, 2006, filed under Miscellany
A reasonably good time was had by all. It was smaller, friendlier, less hectic, less stressful and generally nicer than the big National one. In my opinion, anyway, and I’m always right.
Thanks to the silly little rune reading man who thought my tattoo was a serpent and broken spear:
“I’ve never seen a serpent and broken spear like that before.”
“It’s a double disc and z-rod.”
“They don’t look like that.”
“This one does. It is from Norrie’s Plaque. It was found on a silver lozenge at Windygates on the back of Largo law.”
“Oh. I wondered why it looked familiar…”
He also opined that I should have had my bindrune barcode done in blue and gold. I didn’t know you could get tattoo inks in gold.
Surprisingly (I mean that in a good way) good to see Sally and Mad Mick and John and Karen and Kitty and even my stalker, Pete Jennings.
OK. So it probably is just coincidence that he’s at every damn conference I go to. But he is at every damn conference I go to. I went to his talk on Practical Runes this time, but it was really aimed more at complete beginners. Plus I got the distinct impression he was either holding back and hiding it, or being funnelled into a particular method of working and perceiving them.
Still. He and I share the same opinion of Ralph Blum, so that’s okay.
When did everyone move to Fife and the surrounding area? I had no idea that Mick was just down the road from me. It was nice seeing people again. Being able to talk to them face to face. Have an actual conversation with actual people about actual weird shit. I hadn’t really realised how isolated I had become. How much of an outsider. I’d started getting reluctant to talk to people because I can’t talk to anyone about weird shit any more without someone from the PG getting a word in and I have a tendency to lose friends before they get as far as becoming friends.
This weekend was no exception, but Sally, I think (hope) is one of those who can see past that and not take it personally.
Although I did think it was a bit rough to bring her nephew along for his introduction to paganism and introduce him to me.
I think the talk on the psychology of the witch hunters was probably quite good but it was after lunch and it was dark and warm in there so I fell asleep. I was on best behaviour and I think I managed not to offend anyone. So that was good.
Think the shorter cloak looked better, though Gac. The Spring-Heeled Jack look suited you.
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