Last weekend was the fourth Annual Bloggers Bash, which was held in London. It had been nearly a year in the planning and on Saturday morning a whole bunch of bloggers descended on the George IV pub in Chiswick. Continue reading
Last weekend I attended the third Annual Bloggers Bash in London. The Bash means an awful lot to me – I have been to every single one and have previously been the lucky recipient of the Services to Blogging, Inspirational Blogger and Best Overall awards, and I credit this event with giving me the confidence to take blogging seriously as a viable career path. This year, I was asked to give a presentation and be on a panel, which was an enormous honour.
This year the event was truly international, with people attending from the UK, Ireland, the US and Canada and there had been over 6,500 votes cast for its coveted awards. It was held at the Grange Wellington Hotel in Westminster’s Vincent Square. The Bloke and I got an early train in the morning and we were very graciously checked into our hotel room almost immediately at the Euston Premier Inn which gave us the opportunity to finish getting ready (although, I managed to get the majority of my hair and make-up done on the train to the apparent amusement of a man sitting a few seats away). We arrived at the Bash venue early (after having an accidental detour due to my awful map reading skills) and went straight up to visit my long-term bloggy friend Elena Peters, who had stayed there the night before. Continue reading
The Bloggers Bash. I’d been organised for months. The Bloke and I decided to turn the event into a long weekend away, so we arrived the day before and had a ‘Bloke and Suzie’s Day of Exploring London.’ Consequently, on Saturday morning I was knackered, but a combination of nerves and excitement meant that I had been awake for hours. The Bloke went off with his camera for the day and despite the fact I had already worked out my make-up and hair look, by the time Steve (Steve Says) arrived at the hotel to meet me for brunch I still wasn’t ready. And, I realised, I was wearing the exact same outfit as the year before.
Dammit. It’s a good job that my readers don’t rely on me for fashion advice…
My hotel was only a short walk away from the venue, so we arrived a little early and promptly stood outside as it appeared to be locked. Eventually, I rang Sacha, who told us to come on up, and it was only then that we realised that neither of us has actually bothered to try the door.
We were greeted by an already large group of people, full of hugs (I got the Huge Hugh Hug – try saying that after a couple of pints – that I had been promised), offers of cake (baked by the lovely Geoffle, who was sporting a rather fetching bright purple beard), and Ali (who had flown in from Ireland) registered us, gave us our name badges and pointed us in the direction of the bar. Perfect.
And what an awesome afternoon it was. I got the chance to catch up with people I met last year and I was introduced to many new ones in person that I have been talking to in the blogosphere for a while. With so many people involved, an explanation about every part of it would turn into an epic 5,000 word post, so here are just some of my highlights: Continue reading
And so it was that I found myself walking into the entrance of The British Library, ready to meet a group of bloggers for the Annual Bloggers Bash, which had been organised by the lovely Sacha Black and her committee – Hugh, Geoff and Ali. I had said goodbye to The Bloke, nervously smoked a cigarette and navigated my way through the hoardes of people on their way to Kings Cross Station. I had been looking forward to it, but inevitably had been anxious all morning, and the fact that I left it a bit late to get ready, had to redo my make up after poking myself in the eye with my mascara (although, I remembered to do both eyes this time) and spent twenty minutes curling my hair only for it to all promptly fall flat half an hour later due to the heat didn’t particularly help. Continue reading
As this post appears, I will be in London, hopefully meeting a whole bunch of lovely UK bloggers for the Annual Bloggers Bash. I’ve scheduled it to publish during our meeting time so none of them can read it until afterwards. I will have undoubtedly spent a long time getting ready, I will be tired from exploring the city and being a tourist with The Bloke yesterday, and I will be feeling slightly bloated as I will have eaten my way through the Premier Inn buffet breakfast in an effort to calm my nerves… Continue reading