It's only half over but already I've had a better Con than last year. Here's a taste;
Twitter Sonnet #529
Vacancies chatter outside the Lion.
Backless aprons are here inadequate.
The D lobby holds a copied scion.
Paper streams tighten plastic etiquette.
The pale archer martini rides three wheels.
Bean mantis green blood is enervating.
Between two kings a copied web congeals.
Archaeologist smugglers are meeting.
Genuine ships shelter pretend pirates.
The Fourth Doctor is a million women.
Prototype teens turn out average pilots.
Spirits resurface in tight wound linen.
The egg goes to the bird who can grab it.
Savage atoms march in matching habit.