Then we unloaded the van and had another pint.
Then we went to find our chalets and had another pint.
Then we wandered around Camber looking for a fictional restaurant, gave up, grabbed some supermarket pizza and came back for another pint.
Limped out of bed at around 8.30 (or so; some got up earlier than later), sorted the boxes a little and saw these guys.
Do you suppose convention stormtrooper guys turn up, see other convention stormtrooper guys, and think, "Oh my god! Somebody else came dressed as the same thing! I'm going to just die."
Breakfast at some horrifying cafe where the woman made us fix her lights before we were allowed to sit down - this is actually true - and back to set the stall up.
More as the day progresses. I'm really just in it for Tom Baker.
The second post is here.