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loganberrybunny ([personal profile] loganberrybunny) wrote2025-10-11 11:52 pm
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Hallowe'en decorations

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250/365: Skeleton, St Richard's Hospice bookshop, Kidderminster
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251/365: Halloween decorations, Merchants Fish Bar, Bewdley
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Even I've largely given up on putting the apostrophe in Halloween these days, but I thought I'd do it in the title here for old time's sake! The first pic amused me when I saw the scene. This is one of Kidderminster's relatively few nice spaces: the second-hand bookshop upstairs at the St Richard's Hospice charity shop. No, the skeleton didn't move while I was watching! The second picture is of the window decorations at the Merchants chippy in Bewdley town centre. Spooky!
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loganberrybunny ([personal profile] loganberrybunny) wrote2025-10-10 11:58 pm

Cards and books

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248/365: My Little Pony Chinese trading cards
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249/365: Wyre Forest Books, Bewdley
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Worcestershire are supporting a scheme this month whereby all single bus fares on journeys entirely within the county are capped at £1 at weekends – which mostly means Saturdays, since Sunday services in Worcs are non-existent in many places, like here. Still, since the usual cap is £3, this is quite appealing! I'm planning to go on a bus tomorrow, so I'll find out then whether this scheme actually works in practice!

Two photos again today. The first is my final UK PonyCon pic, though actually we were all standing around outside the Pret in New Street Station for our farewell coffee meet! Not enough seats for the number of people who turned up, you see... these are a few packs of the very popular Chiness MLP trading cards that are suddenly everywhere in the fandom. The second is Wyre Forest Books, the very friendly indy bookshop in Bewdley. Of course it's not as cheap as Amazon, but I do try to support it when I can.
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lupestripe ([personal profile] lupestripe) wrote2025-10-10 11:17 pm

Tell Me Where Your Story Leads, I Am Curious

We arrived in Birmingham mid-afternoon on Monday, on the one train out of Cheltenham Spa that didn't seem cancelled. This meant there was a huge pile-on but miraculously we managed to get our luggage stored and find our seat. I ended up sat nice to a pleasant elderly woman, who I informed about the additional luggage space at the other end of the carriage. Loads of people looked at me in admiration, then we got chatting about this and that until we hit New Street.

We dropped our bags off at the Ibis hotel, a place I am sure we have stayed at before. We got freshened up and headed out shortly before 5pm, trying to take advantage of the beautifully warm and sunny autumn day. I hadn't been down the canals for a while so this is where we ended up, skirting by Greggs at the train station first of course. After 16 days back in the UK, this was the first time I had been to Greggs, which must be some sort of record. We ate our lukewarm sausage, bean and cheese melts as we headed towards the canal, which is situated in the west of the city. This saw us traverse under a concrete overpass they had done their best to tart up, putting artworks of cloudy silhouettes of well-known cartoon characters and an illuminated set of squares that looked like a Rubiks cube. Beyond this, there was the Harvey Nichols building, one of the most soulless and pristine shopping malls I have ever been in. This was only made interesting when a scally tried to sell us mackerel as we walked past.

Around the corner from here, there is a giant desk lamp plugged into the exterior of the building, while on Tuesday I spotted a huge pair of red stilletos in the gay area. This is probably some sort of modern artwork, although I am not too sure. Then, we turned onto the canal itself, spotting a range of mid-end eateries hugging the nearest edge. We traversed around these and had a stroll along the bank, getting all the way to the arena before turning back. There is an interesting mix of traditional 18th and 19th century buildings down here interspersed with more modern developments. I liked The Cube, even though it wasn't really that shape and had wings sticking out of its top corners, not least because there was a facade with + signs hollowed out within its texture. Some of the old warehouses had been preserved, while The Botanists seemed to be some sort of winching building. As we went under Black Sabbath Bridge - where there sits a bench with the four original members of the Brummie band outlined - there was a man throwing bottles and stones onto the towpath and in the canal. He was clearly deranged and ranting about something, and fortunately we dodged his missiles. After all this excitement, we decided to stop off at one of the pubs along the canal, where we were charged £7 for a pint of Punk IPA and a man misjudged the wobbliness of his table, which saw his espresso martini crash to the floor.

The plan was to meet my pony handler Loona and her boyfriend Wag later in the evening, and I opted for 7pm at Cherry Red's. This was where Blacksnip and I had met her back in May during ConFuzzled week and it being immediately opposite Brewdog and near the station made it an easy place. Wolfie had never been here before too and really liked the vibe of the place, not to mention the selection of beer. The duo were about half an hour late, but this wasn't a problem, such was the chilled vibe and pro-LGBTQ+ atmosphere. When they did arrive, we bought another round of drinks before heading over to The Stable for dinner. I kinda wanted to go to Bonehead, the fried chicken place next door, but Wag and Loona had already eaten and I thought The Stable was more sociable. This was where we ate back in May and Wolfie encouraged me to have a different pizza to the pepperoni this time. I went for the Feelin' Clucky - chipotle chicken, sweetcorn, red peppers and onions - and I was not disappointed. Oddly, Wag ordered a full pizza too while Loona grabbed some Tater Tots.

Wolfie had not been sleeping well and hit the wall once we had finished, so he headed back to the hotel at around 9:30pm. Meanwhile, the three of us soldiered on, once Wag had chundered next to a bin. Our destination was The Sly Old Fox, a renovated theatre pub just opposite the Hippodrome. This was alright, although at 10pm on a Monday, the vibe was clearly one of shutting up for the night. We only stayed here for one before catching our party vibe at gay bar Missing, which was just down the road. Birmingham's LGBTQ+ area seems to be intermixed with its Chinatown, which I quite like, while the rainbow flags on the roadways are always a nice scene. Missing was quite lively for a Monday night and I'll admit I had a good time there, despite it not really being my scene. Brooklyn Brewery's Stonewall IPA is a decent drink and while the balcony on the top floor was closed, we enjoyed vibing out in the main bar downstairs.

I was feeling quite tired by this stage - six pints after a con would do that - so we left around 11:30pm and headed back to the hotel. Loona and Wag walked me back then ended up going out for some more, despite professing their tiredness the moment we met up. I got a message from Loona around 4am suggesting they had a nice time. I dropped Wolfie a message as soon as I got back to the hotel and when he didn't answer, I figured he must be asleep. I decided, therefore, to grab a Coca Cola at the bar and chill, sobering up a little as I did. I did my Duolingo and just watched videos, trying my hardest not to wake Wolfie up when I went to bed at about 1am. I succeeded in this, despite everything in that room squeaking and the floor space being limited.

The plan had been to meet up with Loona on Tuesday too, perhaps to do some kink play, but with her boyfriend around I thought that would be awkward. She also was waiting for a large package to be delivered, so we were on our own. Wolfie was going to work in Derby, but this got cancelled, meaning he ended up staying a little later than intended. As we didn't want the hotel breakfast, we went into the city looking for some food. We weighed up some greasy spoons but realised we had no cash, and upon getting some, we decided to go to Greggs. We thought about going to Bills, but they told us they had their fire alarm test at 10am and we would have to leave the premises halfway through our meal. I didn't fancy that, not least after six pints.

What I didn't realise was Greggs has a loyalty app. I saw someone using it in the queue. I don't know why I didn't realise that, considering all businesses do and data is profitable, but there you go. I swiftly signed up and managed to purchase our two sausage baguette meals using it. The baguettes themselves were tasty, but the hash browns were lukewarm and soggy, while the tea was just tea. I noticed I got a free hot beverage for signing up to the Greggs app, but this expired in 31 days. As I wouldn't be back in that time, my lunch was also Greggs, although finding the QR code for the voucher proved to be difficult. In the end, the lady just took it on trust. Unlike the sausage, bean and cheese melt from the day before, the cheese and onion pasty I had was hotter than a shuttle re-entry tile.

We headed back to the hotel after this and divided our bags up so mine was under weight for my pending flight. Wolfie headed off at around 11am, his destination Pudsey for a few days, while I left an hour later. Dumping my luggage with the hotel, I had three hours to kill around Birmingham so I decided to walk around the city and ring my parents. I checked out all the nooks and crannies of the modest gay area, even going into CloneZone, before walking back towards the canals via the Library of Birmingham. In doing this, I got a greater appreciation of the city, finding my way back towards the Black Sabbath Bridge. I spied the golden statue of Matthew Boulton, James Watt, and William Murdoch by William Bloye, an impressive and shiny tribute to three of the city's most famous men. I then went into the library itself. I remember this being opened about ten years ago and it's an impressive space. The highlight was probably the Secret Garden, which had a few winding trails through plants and bush weeds. There were views over the city too, although it's fair to say that Birmingham may not be the most picturesque place in the world. On the ninth floor, there was also the Shakespeare Library, which houses a lot of Shakespeare-related paraphernalia. It has some of the oldest published works of his plays, as well as folios and playbills from throughout the centuries. There were also translations of his plays in over 100 languages and many, many dusty old books. The interior of this space was very Victorian, with wood panelling, and I think was transferred exactly from the older libraries. This was in contrast to the airy and modern main library with its fairy lights and open spaces. I loved it all.

With my touring around Birmingham done, the only thing to do was to head back to the hotel, pick up my bags, then head to the airport. Security was swift, although I did get stopped for a pat down at the metal detectors as per usual. The man doing so, a broad Brummie, thought he recognised me, but I told him this was my first time traversing through Birmingham International. On the other side, I had to go through the longest windiest duty free shop ever, but was quite surprised by the range of food and drink options open to me. I toyed with going to one of the lounges, but couldn't justify the £38 spend, so I went to a Peaky Blinders-themed bar and had average fish and chips and an average IPA for about half that price. The flight and getting back to Spandau was the usual, with my passport again still not working in the e-gates, and I made it back home at around 11pm.

It has been a busy week, despite only working three days. Client #1 want to extend my contract, which is good although I am looking to get out, while Client #2 want me to work more hours for them. I have also been onboarding a potential fourth client and had to do a task for a job interview I had a few weeks ago. In the middle of all this, I went out last night to check out the Berlin Festival of Lights. This is always a highlight of the year and with Tonks visiting the city for three days to see a band called Mono Inc, it made sense to meet up. I roped in Al Song, who had double-booked with another furry called Gabe, so we all joined forces. Seebass was also available when I opened it up to the Fureigners group. Interestingly, we bumped into another six Fureigners walking around Nikolaiviertel halfway through the evening and spent some time with them too. I'm assuming they didn't see my message in the chat and had arranged something independently, but I do feel a little upset that clearly there are friendship groups here and we don't seem to be in any of them. Granted, we don't really go to the meets anymore, but after 17 fantastic days in the UK, the loneliness here is apparent. Furthermore, there is definitely a tension, but I am not sure whether that's coming from them or whether it's me projecting. Still, Planke invited me to Berghain this weekend so it's probably all in my head. We ended up staying with them for about 20 minutes before moving on.

We met at Schloss Charlottenburg at 7pm, with everyone gathering by 7:30pm. My favourite light shows are always the ones with music so this one was particularly good. We then made our way to Alexanderplatz, figuring this was quicker than going to Brandenburger Tor for some reason. En route, Tonks told me he went to the BDSM munch at The Castle on Wednesday and I admired his confidence. Indeed, it put me to shame a bit as I've only been twice and once was by accident. It's amazing how my lack of self-belief really hampers me here. It was good to see so many different aspects of my friendship group getting on so well with one another and the whole evening was very chill. The light show on the TV tower was particularly good - the woman being impregnated by a rocket and giving birth to the Earth was probably the highlight but there was high demand to stick around to see the tentacles again - while the Nikolaiviertel ones were perhaps a little underwhelming. There was an inflatable moon which I was surprised I didn't see at the Long Night of Astronomy last month, but the large inflatable caterpillar was amusing.

We then headed over to Der Dom, where we hung around longer than anticipated as Notefox was due to show up with his camera and tripod. It was a good opportunity to sit down though, while Al Song also needed the toilet. There was a choir singing songs and lighting up their torches on their phones that gave a nice atmosphere, while the 12 or so artistic stills projected onto the side of the cathedral were amongst the most artistic of the night. Our favourite was of course the furry-themed yellow deer. It was at this time that Seebass left to go see his boyfriend Blank and once Notefox had arrived, we bounded down Unter den Linden towards Babelplatz. Notefox was really pleased to see me, hugging me regularly, which was heartening. Meanwhile, the bright colours across all four sides of the square made for the most immersive experience of the night. The video light display on the Hotel du Rome was the best of course, with its botanical theme, although the adverts interspersing the light show was a shame. It must be odd for anyone staying there overnight though. I assume they are prior-warned. Behind us, we liked the fish-themed projections too. Tonks wanted to stay a little longer, but we told him we needed to get to Brandenburger Tor before the light show ended at 11pm sharp (which it did). We got there with 20 minutes to spare, noting the pro-Ukrainian protest outside the Russian embassy. I thought the light show on the gate was a little underwhelming to be honest and certainly not a patch on previous years. I did like the theme of Let's Shine Together though, but everything being in English grated with me a little too for some reason.

The light show ended at 11pm sharp, which was a shame for the two Indian fellas who had asked Notefox to take a photo of them in front of it. He got talking to them and 15 minutes later, was still rabbiting (or should that be foxing). There had been talk about going to a leather bar, but Gabe needed to be up early. There's little in that area in the way of nightlife, but I realised The Castle was just three stops on the S1/S25 from Brandenburger Tor and it was open until 1am. Consequently, we all headed up there, with Gabe leaving at Oranienburger Tor to get the U6 home. We had one final drink here, but I wanted to stay later. Alas, the RE4 was borked (or at least my app said it was), and so I had to leave at midnight. It was a shame really, as it had been a fantastic evening. Hopefully, we can repeat this with Wolfie one night next week as there are still installations to see.
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loganberrybunny ([personal profile] loganberrybunny) wrote2025-10-10 12:22 am

Personal small horses strike again!

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246/365: The main hall at UK PonyCon
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247/365: The Mane Stage Charity Auction at UK PonyCon
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Two photos today from UK PonyCon this last weekend. They're not especially brilliant, since I'm saving my better (yet still not great) photos for the con report I'll do elsewhere. The first picture is a general view of the main room – the BCEC wasn't huge, but it did have a decent number of rooms for panels and so on. The second photo shows the Mane Stage (you need a high tolerance for horse puns in this fandom!) in the same room, absolutely packed out for the charity auction. This didn't overrun exactly, it just overran. You see, there'd been a fire in the hotel many staff were staying at overnight, and though everyone was safe it meant the con opened two hours late on the Sunday and everything had to be quickly rejigged.
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loganberrybunny ([personal profile] loganberrybunny) wrote2025-10-09 12:00 am

Aldi and ponies

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244/365: Empty outdoor tables, Bewdley
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245/365: Acid Applejack's set at UK PonyCon
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I had an ordinary sort of a day today, and the most interesting thing I did was probably to go to Aldi. Yes, my life is fascinating, I know. As I usually do, I did have a quick squizz down the centre aisle to see what weird items they had this time, but sadly about the most interesting thing was a big clock. Poor show, Aldi: you need to have something in that centre aisle that I can't work out why anybody would ever want! I did overhear someone say they were going out for an Indian¹ after shopping, which was slightly strange to hear at eleven o'clock in the morning! At least by then it had stopped drizzling, something which didn't make the early morning especially fun.
¹ I read the other day that this sounds odd to American ears, so: it's completely standard here. Everyone says it. An Indian, a Chinese, an Italian, a full English, you name it, that's what we say. It would actually sound considerably less normal to say "I'm going out for Indian food".

As trailed here last time, I'm posting two photos a day from now until I catch up again. The one for 2nd October is fairly boring: empty tables by the river in Bewdley, a sign that the outdoor season is coming to an end. The one for 3rd October is more unusual. This was the Jungle Jam, a Friday evening music event at UK PonyCon before the convention proper began the following morning. I believe it's Acid Applejack on stage at this point. I enjoyed this event greatly and stayed for about three hours to listen to Bexi's cheesy stuff (Macarena, 5-6-7-8, etc) and Acid Applejack as mentioned, and finally an excellent set from StormBlaze. This was the first year UKPC had boasted Friday night music, and I'd love to see it kept in 2026.
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lupestripe ([personal profile] lupestripe) wrote2025-10-08 12:29 am

Pawsome - Lights, Camera, Action!

I've just come back from attending Pawsome, now in its second iteration following the success of last year's. This con very much built on the first one, with it appearing more streamlined than the inaugural event. The only slight hiccup was the weather on Saturday, with heavy winds meaning most of the outdoor events had to be postponed until Sunday. This was unfortunate as it made the con somewhat bottom-heavy, but the weather was dealt with well and there was little more that could be done.

With Gloucester railway station being closed due to planned signalling work, I had to get off at Cheltenham Spa. I had feared the worst with the train journey from Leeds being Cross Country, but despite it being quite busy, I still managed to find room for my luggage and get a seat. My reservation had been claimed, so I sat next to an elderly lady who looked at me like I was filth. Then we started up a conversation and we were still talking two hours later when she had to get off in Birmingham. She was nice and took pity on me having had no dinner, offering two ginger nut biscuits to me. Once she had gone, I hooked up with Kinan, another fur who happened to be on the same train. We got chatting to Worcester Parkway then he had to retrieve his luggage before getting off in Cheltenham too. There I managed to claim a Meal Deal from a Tesco Express before claiming an Uber to the hotel.

Wolfie was already there and so I found him in the room quite quickly. We had been given the disabled room for some reason, but it suited our needs, while it was great to catch up with my partner after nearly two weeks away. He hadn't been sleeping well and indeed his tiredness was a major issue for him throughout the convention, but it was good to see him again. Once we had caught up, I slipped on a skirt and headed down to the bar to see who was around.

As Thursday was early arrival day, Friday was a largely chilled affair, which allowed me to spent some time in people's rooms doing shenanigans. This was predominantly slinky orientated, while I was invited to a slink cuddle party on the Sunday evening too, which was fantastic. I rarely go to the group events like this, so it was a lot of fun, even if it did take me a short while to swallow my nerves and get involved. 

I had brought so many changes of clothing to the con that my reputation as a kinky Mr. Benn seemed well-founded. I had five pairs of shoes for a start and on Sunday wore seven different outfits. Part of this was due to the fact the pony play and the inflatables try-on clashed, and I wanted to do both. I got into pony not realising that there was an order to the try-on and I was number six of 50. This meant I had to get out of my pony gear quickly to try the inflatables. I'll be honest and say that this didn't quite work out - I got somewhat claustrophobic and had to abort - but at least I know that these suits aren't really for me. I did end up going for one of the more intense ones (the cute green dragon) with a snorkel style breathing apparatus, so maybe next time I'll try something more simplistic. However, I do panic easily when in confined spaces, so maybe I'll just have to accept that they aren't really for me.

I was disappointed but I am glad I gave it a go. Wolfie really needed sleep, so I got changed into my pup gear shortly afterwards and wore that for much of the afternoon. I sat in the bar for a while then headed to the Critter Crufts, a fun event that I did last year too. The course was a little different this time around - with beanbag tossing and bowling at the end - but I didn't make too much of an arse of myself despite my tail falling off halfway through my run. This was caught in at least three different angles. I have seen the videos and my belly does look rather large - two weeks of good food and booze certainly won't help - and I am going to have to try and cut my weight down now I am back in Germany. Anyway, Critter Crufts was great fun, while Doveux's Jim Bowen impression in a dapper tuxedo certainly added to the merriment. There was a deer at the end who crashed his way through all the obstacles, while someone tried to do it wearing their fursuit head backwards. I should have probably gone outside before Critter Crufts and done Pups In The Park, running around after inflatable balls and the like, but, well, I didn't.

While I was waiting for my turn at Critter Crufts, I decided to get some photos taken with the official photographer, Mikepaws. I rarely get photos done of me at conventions (as today's release of the ConFuzzled ones highlighted), so I was delighted to get a few good ones made up. It was also great speaking to Mikepaws again, while after this, we all headed outside for the Group Photo. This too had been rearranged from Saturday, and now the sun was blaring in our eyes as the picture was taken. It was done by Mikepaws balancing precariously on top of a ladder in the grounds of the venue. The Group Photo really highlighted the panoply of costumes and fetishes on show, with the creativity being just as strong as any other furry convention with the fursuiting. Indeed, the wear what you like policy contributed to the relaxed vibe, and I felt incredibly comfortable throughout. So much so that I ended up going to dinner - an adequate Sunday roast followed by sticky toffee pudding and custard - in a cat-maid outfit which I thought looked pretty good on me. It was a tad too big if anything though. Carrying pints of beer with condensation on the glass while wearing white spandex gloves and navigating a collection of closely-arranged tables was quite a challenge though.

This theme continued into the evening when we did Doveux's pub quiz. I was on a team with Damien Tanuki and Cherri Blossom's pony buddies. There were two other furs there too and it turned out to be a perfect mix, with all of us contributing towards our ultimate victory. Indeed, we only got five wrong in total and one of those had been marked as correct, we were just too honest not to correct it. We got the connection round after the first clue (we waited for the second answer before giving it) while we won by nine points overall on any other team. After round three it wasn't really in doubt and with Cherri on our team, she was always going to give the 'Sex Toy or Dog Toy' round a good bash. The final toy, which was a sex toy for dogs with built-in suction cups, was quite grim. Still, we got some free beer vouchers and a sense of satisfaction.

Due to the weather, Saturday ended up being quite a chill day too. I went to the gunge talk, which went through all of the basics about wet and messy play. The host got gunged in lumpy orange gunge while wearing a cone of shame whenever they answered 'yes' or 'no' to a question while I also got to check out the bring and buy sale and the Dealers' Den. Both were fantastic and I picked up some good bargains at the former, including a dark blue sailor's suit for £2.50. Typically, I hadn't really given my outfits too much consideration this time around, so I had to cobble together a look with what little I had. I ended up spending quite a lot in the Dealers' Den, including getting a matching pink diaper harness to go with my pink chest one. I had tried the bottom harness on the Sunday of Pawsome last year - the day after the Dealers' Den had been there - so had been waiting for the opportunity to buy. I also swung by The Book Badgers and bought four books there, as well as catching up with Ziegenbock. I also met my writing group buddy Sakara for the first time before I was invited by Marbles to have a drink with him and a few of his friends. This kicked off a heavy drinking day which, at £6.90 a pint of Eazy IPA, was not cheap. I also went to a couple of rooms for drinks too, including Lightfox, who I was surprised to see from Sweden. He allowed me to use his laptop to register for NordicFuzzCon but the fasted finger first doesn't really work on an unfamiliar machine (or in Wolfie's case an iPhone). We're still in the waiting list for hotel rooms for NFC. We also met Lightfox (or Gongfox) on the final night too, when we stayed up drinking to 4am.

The hotel staff were as friendly as ever, and a few recognised me from last year. The meal service had switched from a buffet-style one to a la carte, resulting in lengthy lines, particularly on the Friday. Having to grab a table, then order, then get a ticket for your order was a little convoluted, particularly as reserving tables was quite tricky. There was little on my person I could actually reserve a table with. Still, the issues were resolved as the weekend wore on, while the full English Breakfast on offer was decent enough. Due to Wolfie's insomnia, we largely got food early and then went back to bed, at a time when the dining hall was quite empty. The burgers on Friday and Saturday were average at best though, with the bun on the Friday truffle burger being particularly dry. The only other thing to point out was that the meal vouchers were incredibly big, meaning they were hard to fit in a wallet or little bag. At one point, I dropped all of my cards on the floor, which wasn't ideal, particularly as the tables were all quite close together too.

As usual, I couldn't go to every room party or do every event. I would have liked to have done more pony play, but that was tricky with the clashes, while I had to skip a few room parties in favour of other things. The Rec Orthopedics event looked very interesting and I would have liked to have found out more. It's not really my thing, but I still find it fascinating. I did do some colouring down in one of the pods with Cherri while I also attended the ABDL meet-up, where I did more colouring too. This was pretty casual, although I was expecting a talk at one point that never materialised. Instead, they just put Bluey on but with no sound, which was a little strange as the sound is what makes the cartoon. I also attended a few of the Little Paws story time hours at the end of the day. My favourite one was the one which saw 'Can I Be Your Dog?' and 'Don't Let The Duck Drive The Bus' be read. Both were fantastic stories, while the former tugged my heart strings so much, I have subsequently gone and bought it.

I had cleverly decided not to get a flight back to Berlin from Bristol on Monday, but instead route through Birmingham on Tuesday. The rail replacement bus services were my primary motivator here and this meant for a more relaxed departure. We largely just sat in the bar with a Pepsi as friends came to us, wishing us goodbye for another year. This proved to be a good thing as we could leave in our own time, although it was heart-breaking to see the hotel become increasingly more dull as the minutes passed. By the time we left at 1:30pm, there was hardly anyone else around, with someone already being shown around the venue for the purpose of hiring it out for a wedding. When we got to Cheltenham Spa, again by Uber, our hearts sank as the platform was as crowded as I had ever seen it. Fortunately, we did manage to get luggage space and I made another new friend, another elderly lady who hadn't seen the big luggage rack at the other end of the carriage. She was sitting at a funny angle with her suitcase in the footwell, so she was delighted when I showed her where she could store it. We chatted all the way to Birmingham, which is where we left her.

All in all then, Pawsome was another great convention. It didn't quite reach the heights of the first year for me, but that's because I had such a special experience in 2024, but it was still incredible. The relaxed vibe was great, the hotel and staff really get us, and it was so liberating to be our kinky selves. It was a shame that the Danish Pony Play camp clashed with it as I would have loved to have done both, so hopefully this won't be an issue next year. Either way, we are looking to go back for year three after two successful conventions thus far.
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loganberrybunny ([personal profile] loganberrybunny) wrote2025-10-07 11:41 pm
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Hello again, Dreamwidth!

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I got back from UK PonyCon yesterday, but I was too tired to post. I'm just doing this short post today, then it'll be back to the full-scale ones with the usual photos tomorrow. I'll probably post two pics a day until I'm caught up. Suffice to say for now that UKPC was glorious. I'll be posting about it in detail over on Louder Yay, my MLP blog, but I'll link to that from here when the time comes.
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lupestripe ([personal profile] lupestripe) wrote2025-10-02 09:34 am

Leathers

I have spent a couple of days back at my home in Pudsey and it has been good. Alas, I am leaving for Pawsome shortly and so it's only been a short visit. This has only highlighted how much I miss the place. Also, after the pony play weekend, I have been incredibly horny, which is just as well considering the conventiont that's coming up.

I have managed to do a few little odd jobs around the house. The weeds have grown resplendent since we were last here, so I've pruned those back, as I have done with the trees obscuring the steps into our garden. I've also done some vacuuming on account of the place being spider central - I have had to remove three big buggers and there are loads of smaller ones kicking about.

Pudsey itself was fine, although the flag shaggers have been here too. Fortunately, it's the Yorkshire flag that has been flying in the high street so I don't have the uncomfortable vibes that the English and British flags have been giving me this week. I suspect they were conveniently left up after Yorkshire Day, but I am not so sure.

I got fish and chips at the Wetherby Whaler, which were every bit as good as I remember them, while I also got my hair cut. Meanwhile, on Tuesday, I headed into Leeds to meet up with the former director of one of the companies where I used to work. I only ate two mini pork pies ahead of this, which proved to be a mistake as we ended up having four pints across various bars in the city. We got to try the old White Cloth House for the first time - which is where Pizza Express and little Brewdog used to be - and the vibe was good. There was a nice lady serving us who was on her first shift. She was great to talk to. It was also great catching up with my former boss, even if she does put the drinks away. I can no longer do four pints and on the way home had a drunken Philly Steak Cheeseburger in McDonald's at the Owlcoates ASDA. I was pretty much the last person in there and it was a depressing specatcle.

I had another rejection from an anthology and it has been quite dispiriting. I haven't had much luck recently, despite writing what I think is my best stuff, and I can only hope this changes. I'll keep trying - my passion to write has certainly come back over the last week or so - but it is becoming harder and harder to stay motivated.

I haven't had much chance to do anything else, what with work and other commitments, but I'll be back for a week in November and I'm very much looking forward to it. I do think our long-term future is probably back in the UK, but I am still undecided. I guess we'll need to make a decision pretty soon.
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loganberrybunny ([personal profile] loganberrybunny) wrote2025-10-01 11:52 pm
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More reflections!

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243/365: On the towpath, Kidderminster
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This morning's post was very heavy, so let's shift gears back to light stuff now. I intend and hope that there'll be a run of lighter posts now before I go back to anything too much more serious. Today, more reflections! A bit less in the way of sunshine this time, though... this is part of the Staffs & Worcs Canal in Kidderminster, very close to the town centre in fact. Tesco is under five minutes' walk from here. I quite like walking along the towpath sometimes, as long as it's not too muddy. There was an irritating diversion a bit further on owing to some work being done on a large canalside building, but that couldn't be avoided. I went to Sainsbury's instead of Tesco, but that's near the same canal so it didn't make much odds!

One final point in case I forget tomorrow: for a few days now (I'm not sure exactly how many) I won't be posting any 365 photos on here as I'll be spending much of my time at UK PonyCon and simply won't have the time. I'll keep taking a photo each day, and I'll upload them in batches when I'm back and have the time.
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loganberrybunny ([personal profile] loganberrybunny) wrote2025-10-01 08:05 am
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Sandra Peabody: Why I hate David Hess (that's me doing the hating)

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You want to know why I hate David Hess? This is why I hate David Hess. I was originally going to leave this post until later, but I've decided I need to get it out now. I'm going to have a nice weekend with friends, and I need this out of my system – because nice it isn't. It follows on from this post that I made ten days ago, in which I gave Hess's comments about the rape scene in a documentary about the making of the film. These follow-up posts also concern the rape scene, in which Hess played Krug, the rapist, and Sandra Peabody played Mari, the victim.

Content warning: sexual assault, abusive behaviour

You know how rare it is for me to put any content warnings at all on my posts. This one is a special case, because sadly the material I'm including is much more disturbing than usual. The post I linked to above was bad. This post will see worse, especially the final extract. This post is obviously extremely NSFW, though it's all text apart from two links to audio/video clips. The first quote is entirely by Hess, from a featurette. The second features Hess and several other film personnel from a book. The last – and the most disturbing of all – is from a DVD commentary track with Hess and two fellow villain actors, Marc Sheffler and Fred Lincoln.

Disturbing content under here )
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loganberrybunny ([personal profile] loganberrybunny) wrote2025-10-01 12:16 am
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Riverine

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242/365: Sunny Severn, Bewdley
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I try not to repeat myself too much, but when you have a river right there it's hard to resist sometimes. So I know this isn't the first time I've posted a photo of the River Severn in Bewdley, but that's what you're getting again tonight! The effects of the Wribbenhall flood scheme (now finally nearing completion) are very obvious on the opposite bank. Also, I like reflections and clouds, and here you get both! :D
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When there's trouble you... don't call Logan

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241/365: Dashboard ducks
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sings Dashboard ducks! Let's get dangerous... wait, wrong duck. Anyway, this was a fun sight in the main car park in Bewdley this morning. An ordinary hatchback, except that the top of the dashboard shelf was full of plastic ducks. Because why not? Actually I think one of those ducks looks a bit dragonish, but who am I to judge that? I do wonder if the owner of this car has been to the Duck Store in Shrewsbury, since they have an entire wall of ducks. But who knows? It was just nice to see something light and silly and harmless and fun. We need more people doing things that are light and silly and harmless and fun.
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loganberrybunny ([personal profile] loganberrybunny) wrote2025-09-29 12:02 pm
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Sandra Peabody: a non-targeted yet still reckless and unsafe example for exploitation-era context

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Marc Sheffler's cliff threat was a clear-cut case of targeted abuse of Sandra Peabody, committed in order to coerce a more emotional reaction out of her for the following scene. I've recently got hold of a DVD of The Last House on the Left which includes the full commentary track that features him telling a differently phrased version of it (I paid £5 in a CeX) which I'll come to in a future post, and what that's revealed is that the targeted abuse wasn't the only concern. Here's an example that seems quite wildly reckless to us looking at it in 2025, and would correctly be considered totally unacceptable in modern movie-making, but which wasn't targeted at Sandra Peabody alone:

In the film, there's a scene where Mari (Peabody) and her friend Phyllis (Lucy Grantham) are kidnapped by Krug's gang. Their hands are bound (in front) and they're gagged with cloths while drugged, then carried down the fire escape from the flat where they're caught, stuffed into a large car boot (=US trunk) and driven off to the Connecticut woods. I already knew from David Szulkin's book¹ that the fire escape scene wasn't done with camera tricks, dummies or stunt doubles. Peabody was genuinely carried over David Hess's (Krug) shoulder while tied and gagged as he ran down two storeys on a rather rickety fire escape and threw her into the car along with Phyllis who was already there.
¹ Wes Craven's Last House on the Left: The Making of a Cult Classic, 2nd edition 2000.

This kind of thing wouldn't have been shocking at all to people in the same world of ultra-low-budget exploitation. Doing your own stunts saved money, and that mattered. And bluntly, young women acting in this world were often seen more as props than partners. What I didn't know beforehand was what happened after the filmed scene ended. Here's Fred Lincoln, one of the villain actors, giving a brief comment about it on the DVD commentary track:

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LINCOLN: I thought we really pushed it because we really left ‘em in the car till we got to Connecticut. But that was because we didn’t have enough money to buy another car. We only had room for that many people.

As far as I know, that's the only time this fact is mentioned in a public source. The disc has a second, more conventional commentary from director Wes Craven and producer Sean S. Cunningham, and they say nothing at all over this scene. Szulkin's book doesn't mention it, either. So this is based on a single source, although one who was definitely there – you can see his character in the car in the movie. The details of exactly how this transport happened are not certain. But the impression Lincoln leaves is that they drove straight to their Connecticut location (about an hour's drive away) with the two women bound and gagged in the boot the whole time. Quite possibly without even a basic safety check (stop car, open boot, check women aren't in serious trouble, close boot, drive off) along the way – though that part is a possibly, not a probably.

This seems completely astonishing to us today – but 1971 exploitation was not us today. The crew didn't quite trust entirely to luck – Lincoln already knew Peabody to some extent from previous work together, and none of the personnel were at the level of callousness where they'd have accepted a significant risk of the actresses being seriously injured or worse at the end of the drive. But they probably didn't think much beyond "We'll get there in about an hour, and there's plenty of air for them in that trunk." Discomfort and anxiety were not widely considered unethical in that world of movie-making at that time.

So in the early 1970s, in ultra-low-budget exploitation movie filming by a crew who were mostly highly inexperienced, this wasn't astonishing. It wasn't absolutely routine, but "We didn't have the money for a second car" would have been accepted as a rationale for transporting the women in the boot, and "We needed to get out fast as we didn't have permits" (which was routine for such crews) would have been accepted as rationale for not stopping to untie them first. These would not have been modern prop restraints, so doing that wouldn't have been a near-instant task. Also, the route would have taken I-95 (already in existence) and stopping on that to take bound women out of the boot and untie them would have attracted a lot of attention, something they didn't want.

Lincoln's "really pushed it" comment may well also refer to a second factor that I as a Brit didn't initially think of. They were driving from the outskirts of New York City to Connecticut – crossing state lines. For that era's crews, the biggest risk might have been thought to be not that something would go disastrously wrong for the actresses bound in the boot (that risk was small, even if potentially catastrophic) but that they might be stopped by a patrol for some unrelated reason. A patrolman requiring to see in the boot and finding two bound and gagged women there, on an interstate trip, could mean huge trouble for the crew, since a suspected kidnapping crossing state lines becomes a suspected federal offence. It might even bring FBI involvement. That couldn't be smoothed over with "we're just making a film" in a way a purely state-level stop might have been.

The fact that Grantham was in the boot as well is important for this particular incident. She is consistently spoken of as being easy-going and popular with the crews, and there is no story anything like as serious as the Sheffler cliff one relating to her. That, together with Lincoln's quote on the commentary track, makes me pretty comfortable with believing that his explanation that extreme cost-cutting was the primary motivation was true. In this case, the men didn't aim to mistreat Sandra Peabody. They simply thought that leaving her (and Grantham) bound and gagged in the boot was acceptable in the context of the way they were operating – and that thinking wouldn't have been wildly out of line with how others thought at the time.

Finally, there's the issue of consent. In these productions, consent was often treated as a "one and done" thing: ie "You signed up for this film, you read the script, so if we need to make things a little rougher than we initially told you in order to get it done, then that's just part of this business." So long as nobody was actually seriously hurt, it was likely to be considered within the bounds of acceptability. And remember, in 1971 not merely social attitudes but the actual law supported this in some cases. A woman agreeing to marry a man had to say yes of her own free will – but after she was married, then she quite literally lost the ability to say no to her husband. Marital rape was not criminalised in all US states and the UK until the early 1990s.¹
¹ And some states still have glaring exceptions, eg Mississippi requires aggravated force to have been used.

So "one and done" was baked into the law in that case, meaning it was easier for film crews to rationalise it as being acceptable here as well. We can't be sure that the women explicitly consented to spending an hour like that, and there's at least a non-negligible chance that they didn't – that it would have been seen as being folded into the consent they were seen as having granted by signing up to this kind of movie. It's possible, for example, that they were told something like "We'll tie you up, carry you down the fire escape, throw you into the car trunk, close the lid and drive off" – but not the specific detail that they'd be in there for the full 40-mile drive. Again, this sounds astounding to us in 2025, but to people working in this part of the movie industry in 1971, far less so.

My point of writing all this is that this incident can be seen as a baseline in the Last House shoot. It wasn't absolutely routine, as Lincoln's "really pushed it" shows, but it wouldn't have inspired outrage, not within that world in the early 1970s. When I write about abuse on this set, I mean things that go beyond that, such as Marc Sheffler's cliff threat – where the actual physical danger lasted much less time but was much more severe and, crucially, was inflicted because of the effect on Peabody. "It was the 1970s" doesn't excuse that even if you understand the baseline of unsafe and degrading corner-cutting and risk tolerance that the car boot drive demonstrates. (Not that it excuses this either, but the two things are different kinds of unacceptable.) 

One final point. Sheffler's threat at the cliff was made in a place where just he and Peabody could hear. Wes Craven knew he was up to something, but didn't know the details – and Peabody might well have avoided telling him about it. But with this car boot trip? I find it very hard to believe he wouldn't have known. He was right there, as the director of a shoot with a tiny crew count. So Craven accepted the idea of these two young women being driven for an hour, quite possibly still bound and gagged, in a car boot. Yet as far as I know, he never acknowledged it publicly. That aspect is on him as the man in charge of the set (totally in charge on a non-union shoot that small), and I don't care how much of a horror icon he later became. That aspect is on him.

I don't have an audio clip to link to for this specific incident, so I hope you'll accept my assertion that my transcript above is accurate: I made it myself after listening to Lincoln's comment several times.
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loganberrybunny ([personal profile] loganberrybunny) wrote2025-09-29 12:44 am
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240/365: Restored WW2 air raid shelter, Bewdley Museum
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Too tired to write more than a couple of lines tonight, but here's a photo from Bewdley Museum. Pleasant weather this afternoon.