(Note to self. New Becky on Roseanne next Tuesday. Must check it out) ('99 note to previous self. Do not watch the new Becky on Roseanne next Tuesday) Woke up at 11:15am. Went down and helped a couple of people move tables. Chatted to them for awhile then just went back and forth between convention rooms waiting for the leaflet table to be put out. (Got some ads photocopied for my Doctor Who 2000 audio 'zine. Bit too light though)

Met some guys with The High Council of Time Lords (different to HCOL). Also met people from other clubs.

Stories new to me at this time:
"Deborah Watling, could I get a picture?"
"Sure"
"Ok, you just press this button when the light comes on for the flash...
"Hey, wait a second..."

"Anthony Ainley, could I get a picture?"
"Sure, stand back there, great. Smile, the Master's taking your photo."

Met two fans:  Jeremy Bement & Dorcy

Met John Levene. He shook my hand and said that he was "f***ing pleased that you f***ing came all the way from f***ing Australia". He said I shouldn't miss the cabaret, even if it costs me $25 bucks. Yeh, Oh Kay. "What do you call a boomerang that doesn't come back? A stick"

Then saw Anthony Ainley. Went upstairs and saw Carol-Ann Ford in the lift.

Met Anthony. He likes cricket. Reckons Andy Waugh is a great fast bowler. He must have noticed my puzzled 'cricket?' frown. "You don't reallly care about it do you?" 
"Nah :)"

JNT walked by.

Nicola Bryant went by to make a phone call.

Saw Sophie Aldred in a long red dress. Wow. Actually I had every opportunity to go up to her and say hi but, for some unknown reason, my legs stopped moving. My brain kept shouting - "You f**king idiot (my brain tries to be polite) she's just a person doing a job. What the f**king hell are you frozen for? Go up and say hi." But when has the brain ever had any say in anything the body does! ('99 note. Time Storm '97 in Melbourne gave me the chance to make up for this problem by not only stopping her in the street to say hi before the convention, but also being her and her husband's video cameraman while she was down there. Thanks to Richard Nolan - President of the Doctor Who Club of Victoria who organised it)

Then Colin Baker and Jacqueline Pearce went by. Didn't realise Jacqueline was so short.

Peter Davison came into the restaurant to have a look around. Then Colin, his wife and Jacqueline sat near me (three tables away. Poor Colin. Losing some hair)

Then a black guy with a hat saying CAT. Guess! Next page, my chat with the Cat from Red Dwarf. Danny John-Jules. 
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