

No, really, you can still send in all those panel reports, gossip, photographs and everything to connewsletter@gmail.com
It won’t get into a paper newsletter anymore, but our voracious website monster is still hungry for more.
The only room party we found on Sunday night was the Teledu party, run by some of The Zombies from the masquerade (see Issue 7).
In a shocking development, this party was not closed down due to complaints of noise - unlike both the room parties on Saturday night. Clearly these are the sort of people who can be trusted to run a nice quiet convention.
[Err, maybe they won’t want us to mention this in the newsletter.]
Arrr!
... to honour those who have left the hero stuff to others to be unsung about. Those who will leave all committees unjoined. Those who see the extra mile and stay in the bar. Those who will..... well you get the idea.
So to start the nominations here is: Hitch who since going to Follycon in 1988 has avoided any call for assistance and has never been on a committee or a programme as a participant. Phil and Jill Bradley who started at Conspiracy in 1987 and have still avoided the responsibility of con-running.
(For more information or assigning blame please contact Alasdair Hepburn)
The Shouting “M’hinge!” Often Fan Fund) was won by Julie Rigby with just over half the 91 votes cast. Julie will travel to Plokta.con π: The Dangercon on 27 May, where she will be entitled to gloat and shout “M’hinge!” (often). Thanks go to her campaign manager Liam Proven.
Fundraising for SMOFF, TAFF and the fan funds generally raised over £1,450 this weekend (full accounting available soon). Thanks to everyone who donated and voted.
James Bacon lost his work id. If you’ve seen this around, please turn it in to ops (or reception).
No one has claimed the black boxer shorts found on the stairwell. Please collect them from ops or they will be incinerated.
½r lost a red shoulder bag – again, please take all found items to ops.
Next year’s Beyond Cyberdrome will be 2007, as in everybody’s favourite secret agent. There will be gadgets, ridiculously overcomplicated death traps for the spy-bots to escape from while SMS waffles about his plans for world-domination, and there will be Bond Girls … lots of Bond Girls. Thanks go to Steel, James Steel, for the idea.
8: I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You If You Are Into, Um, Stuff That Uses A Lot Of Leather/ Lubricant/Las Vegas. If The Other Person Is Into It, However, Then Have At It, Take Pictures, And For The Love Of Mike, Wear A CONDOM! Honestly It’s A Piece Of Rubber. If I Didn’t Want It To Feel Good When You Did It I Would Have Added Spikes Or Something.
RAmen
This was constructive but doesn’t end here. Reports on what was said and further discussion will appear on the Eastercon LiveJournal and YahooGroup
Fran Dowd
We have eaten the hotel out of butter.
The hotel also ran out of ketchup. This was not because of the “Year of the Teledu” whose Zombie Masquerade entry used dilute ketchup as fake blood. They used three bottles of their own without paying corkage.
The Zombies were gutted to hear that the audience couldn’t actually see the fake blood spurting across the stage and that Sue Mason had to tell them about it afterwards.
Al “The Body”
McLintock
The Newsletter team were hoping to launch a new version of the Generic Eastercon Website as a resource for future and past Eastercons – both con runners and attendees. However we were working so hard on the newsletter that it isn’t ready yet. Please have a look at http://Eastercon.org/ in a few weeks.
Honourable mention to Confounding Tales with their shiny rocket packs.
Operations smells of Socks.

Artist GoH picture by Feorag
Greek Golden
Kebab (36 Sinclair Drive, Battlefield; 0141 649 7581).
OK, so it’s a taxi ride away, but it really is worth a look in to this Greek/Cypriot restaurant. A large selection of dishes, with home-made houmous a good bet as a starter, and lamb kebabs melt in the mouth good. Or go for the ‘try a bit of everything’ and have the meze.
It is very small (about 26 seats), so booking recommended*.
*If you arrive without booking, and it’s full, then the Battlefield Restaurant (Italian) is worth a look.
Right Here
If the Convention Specials don’t appeal, try the Nachos in the main Crowne Plaza bar – both the vegetarian and the meat options are good (even when the CP runs out of guacamole, as it did just recently).
For a painting his then-girlfriend insisted he bought and then didn’t take when they split.
He has not only failed to sell the painting at this con but now also gained a ‘Phlosque’. The chocolate cream egg will be a great comfort to him at this trying time.
Scientists believe that all humans had breasts – or “dugs” – back in the Stone Age.
Fact: Male nipples were used by Pirates as portable weather stations. With their nipples they were able to determine the direction of trade winds and, depending on stiffness, how cold it was outside.
The Gospel of the
Flying Spaghetti Monster – Bobby Henderson

The sign outside the lifts on floor six is just a piece of paper with the
number 6. Is it a temporary designation? What was floor six originally called?
We want the information.
Con members are warned that there is now a randomly determined “Meridian Line” across the centre of the Con.
Those crossing this line for the first time run the very grave risk of being forced to pay a forfeit by the lissome “Sisters of Neptune” who can be identified by their stylish piratical or aquatic outfits in accordance with the edicts of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
[found in the newsroom
archives – no editor wanted to fess up on hiding this health&safety item
–anon ed.]
In these trying times, where the world keeps shrinking and the trappings of modern society – cell phones, computers, PDAs, video games, taxes, war, pornography and microwavable dinners – are crowding in around us, oftentimes a person feels lost. Where do we fit in this modern world?
What’s our purpose on earth? Many are ired in eternal confusion, swept against the shoals of too many choices. Maybe you feel this way right now.
If so, don’t lose your faith. Instead, close your eyes and think back to a simpler time when the choices were fewer, when life passed as long days under the benevolent sun, and man knew where he stood. Even if it was on a peg leg.
If life has got you down, simply ask yourself: What would a Pirate do?
The Gospel of the
Flying Spaghetti Monster – Bobby Henderson
Thanks to Simon & the committee for giving me a go.
Hopefully those who attended enjoyed what they saw. I’ve learned a lot, which hopefully
will mean that next year’s will be much better. Also thanks to Claire Goodall
and especially Steve Lawson for hero tech. Mark Slater
Belated thanks go to Calum Ewing-Hepburn our head newsletter distributor for the Friday Issue, and of course to all other fearless youngsters who almost burned their hands on the hot-off-the-press issues you folks couldn’t wait to get your hands on.
You all know how it works now (for those few uninitiated, to solve the Sudoku puzzle, simply place numbers in the empty cells so that each row, column and 3x3 block contains all the different numbers. This means no number can appear twice in any row, column or 3x3 block.), so you can make your own here:
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The “SunDoKu” is the essence of tough, intellectual problem solving. People who can solve this have gone on to determine why Jordan is famous, who watches Pop Idol and which Celebrities to Get Out of Here.
Dial 0891 1234_6789 for a clue (calls cost £29 second, average call duration 4 hours 12 minutes, ask an adult before using sharp objects).
“I don’t require sacrifices, & purity is for drinking water, not people”
No. Z of the 8 “I'd rather you didn’ts”
Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster
