Bishop and Belcher Blogged

Well, what little I remember of last night was quite good: lots of people, lots of conversation, only a few broken glasses waved around as weapons, and no permanent casualties. For a get-together of the VRWC and VLWC, that's a pretty good record.

Once again, I tried to get photos, but you'll pretty quickly realize that as a photographer, I'm a pretty good stevedore. Digital cameras are very cool, but they're still not the be-all and end-all for low-light images (I prefer to avoid using the flash, because it is so distracting for everyone around me).

The advance party was led by Chris Taylor, who staked out a position at the bar.

I was the fourth person to join the bunch, followed by Damian "Babbling" Brooks.

That gave us enough bodies to claim space downstairs, so we decamped basement-ward. The advance party agreed to fortify ourselves with some food before the Vast [RW | LW] Conspiracies arrived, only to be joined by either late-advance-party or early-main-body arrivals Greg Staples and Mike Brock.

Nick Packwood and Debbye Stratigacos soon joined the rest of us:

By this point, I'd lost track of who arrived when, and even who was already there (this was a bigger gathering than last time, and I know I didn't get a chance to talk with more than half the attendees). Anthony snuck in at some point:

Conspiracies were furthered in darkened corners:

Guests of honour did their level best to avoid being in photos:

The Green Baron impersonated Stephen Harper:

And the odd, non-blogger turned up:

I had to leave early, due to the weather, and still managed to get caught behind a phalanx of snowploughs, so that a 45 minute trip ended up being just over two hours. This is part of the reason for this posting showing up so late. . .

Update, 27 February: Michael was hanging around in the opposite end of the room for much of the night, and gives his highly colourful account of what was said and done over there.