A Letter to Myself

Dear Emma,

I regret to inform you that your immune system has failed you. And it hasn't just failed you once, but twice. In one week. It's like the saying "fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me" - except it's all shame on your immune system. I guess that the important thing is that you have not died, you've just become someone who has the mental capacity of a cooked vegetable.

You've been spending the majority of this week in bed, not really being bothered to do anything. The week before that you were in Berlin, where you also had your first exam for this semester. Maybe you picked up something there that knocked you out cold in the first round. And then you could've picked up something here as well.. I don't know really. All I know is, that you were fine on Wednesday and then bam! It's Thursday evening and Emma is feeling kinda not so good once again.

You haven't really seen a lot of people this week. What you have seen a lot of, is your room and everything that's even remotely interesting on TV. You must be kind of depressed at your the zombiefied stage of life right now, which does not surprise me. I, myself, am just writing to keep sane. Ernest Hemingway once said that writing is where you just sit and bleed. I think I have yet to experience that feeling through writing, although I'm sure you think you've experienced something similar in general this week.

In the end, I must have you swear Emma, that you will try to write with a point in hand sometime soon, and not just write because the feeling comes over you. Everyone else's posts seems so much more coherent than yours. I guess you're just the one that just blabs about whatever comes to your mind.

Get over it Emma, and get a better immune system.

Sincerly, Emma.

PS. It's seriously weird that Alice and you always are ill at the same time. It's borderline creepy. No. It is creepy. I don't know who, but someone should look into this phenomenon. If you read this Alice, then stop freaking Emma out by being ill when she is. This *viral infection* (get it? Alice's joke, I just stole it) is creeping everyone out. Get well soon, you crazy person. 

Meet Your Heroes

The title of this post seems contradictory, no?

I'm sure you all are aware of the saying that you should never meet your heroes; under the 'guise that you'll always be bitterly disappointed. And I'm sure that's true for some people.

However,

I met one of my heroes the other day. I was invited to meet with my favourite games developer team, which was not only awesome, but also an experience I will keep with me for life.

It began with a simple conference. Anyone was invited to this, and I and a team of 5 other 'hardcore' fans were all planning to meet up and go together. Before the conference we had a meal (I was late, so when I say 'me' I mean 'everyone else'!) with one of the key team members - he was actually one of the co-founders of the company. A quiet man, though very humble. He acknowledged a conversation we had had on Twitter a few days before about dodgy train toilets - it was so weird to realise he knew me!

At the meal I also met the other fans. I had spoken to three of them online before and they were all outstandingly lovely. I also had the pleasure of meeting another fan and the husband of one that I had already met. They were all so friendly, it felt as if I'd known them for years right off the bat.

Charles signing comics

After the meal we all headed off to the conference. Charles (the 'big cheese' of the company) came and said hello to some of the fans he had met before, and the developer who had a meal with us slinked into the background and 'pretended' he wasn't a part of the team; all the while making sly, amusing comments as Charles spoke to the audience.
The conference lasted for about an hour. We recieved comic books and had them signed by key members of the team before we all headed off once more to go to an after party that we had been specially invited to attend.

This was where the magic really happened.

As we made our way from the conference to the BAFTA house (yes, the BAFTA house!) we all discussed how nervous and excited we were. Some of my new friends had already met the team, and others had not. All were equally thrilled to be meeting them. As we entered the building we immediately felt out of place. We were *not* in formal dress, nor were we celebrities. As we neared the reception we were unsure as to whether we would even be let in....

Smiling like a lunatic!

.... Before the lovely man behind the desk said 'Ah, you must be the fans' and pointed us in the direction of a small function room with an open bar.

As we congregated in a small circle, not really knowing how welcome we were, a small woman we all knew to be Charles' wife came over and greeted us warmly. She asked us to get ourselves a drink, make ourselves comfortable and generally made us all feel like we belonged there. Eventually we were introduced to almost all the team members we already knew.

I was recognised by a couple for being active on the forums and submitting fan art. Everyone was truly wonderful; they were all lovely people.


And it is for that reason I implore you to take opportunities like this. I almost didn't go due to having to travel to London alone, but I am so pleased I took that risk. My cheeks hurt as I travelled home because I had been smiling so much that day.

I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and it makes me feel warm inside knowing that not only have I met my heroes, I have also befriended them.



So who are your heroes? And given the chance would you meet them? Let me know in the comments!

 - Alice x x x


*pictures taken by Barry Banks. I'm wearing a Vibe (brand from Topshop) leather jacket and Gucci scarf if anyone's wondering ;)