My last day of Lakes International Comics Art Festival went by in a blur, in part due to a slump in visitors, and the consequent panic that I’d possibly lugged more books to Kendal than I would be able to sell. That, and the effects of the quite different blur of the previous night.
Those who know me will not be surprised that I got pleasantly hammered on Friday and Saturday nights, as I seem to remember a fair part of the other guests and exhibitors did, too. I was talking to Eddie Campbell on Sat evening —
Please note: The rest of the anecdote is of little consequence, as I simply want to stress to you all that I sat down and talked with the esteemed Eddie Campbell over a pint of beer this weekend. I believe (or hope, or try to convince myself) that anyone may be allowed a single lapse to stalkerish fanboy intrusion on one consenting professional per festival.
— (cont’d) about how apparently people at American comic cons don’t have beers together after hours (or maybe it was the lack of organised gettogethers? The aforementioned blur obscures the exact wording). At that time of the evening it was hard to disagree that this is an obvious lack of etiquette which guests from the Old World will have to amend on the occasion of future visits overseas. End of gushing Fan Anecdote
Overall, Lakes International Comic Art Festival was a pleasant surprise, as was the town of Kendal and the locals. The festival is said to be inspired by the Angoulême one in the wway local businesses are involved in the festivities by decorating comics themed window displays, and the general public allow their town to be overrun by more or less crazy foreigners for an extended weekend. As inspiration goes, Angoulême is not a bad one, and considering this was only the Lakes festival’s second year of existence, the organisers are learning from the example (and gaining fast).
Big thanks to Sharon and the redshirt army of volunteers for a great experience, I’m looking forward to coming back!