And so we get to the climax of the costuming greatest hits farewell tour that’s been 2019 and it was only fitting to dig out the Special Ops outfit that all this started with years ago. Strictly speaking, I suppose I ought to have been spotting this and Stealth Troopering the previous night to properly mirror my induction weekend but I’ve already touched on the recent rekindling of my affection for the original Ghostbusters film.
Unfortunately the exciting/boring Glasgow Science Centre Event Pendulum had rather swung back the other way as compared to the previous night’s @1,700 attendance this evenings adult-only event seemed very sparsely attended. Fortunately that meant the availability of alcohol didn’t lead to too many issues as there wasn’t sufficient inebriated members of the public to cause a problem. Unfortunately it meant the night massively dragged on and it was a relief when we called it quits long before the end…
(In case anyone is thinking that me carrying a big gun on day four of this event was counterintuitive I should probably clarify that by this point I was pretty much using it just to stay upright by leaning on it…)
Movement has never been my strong point in the stealth costume at the best of times and with the oppressive heat, being stood in one spot was pretty tempting. Compounding this, after a slow start the first few punters in the door were short in stature making any movement until I could be sure they were out of injury range a dicey proposition, but it while I could justify it by saying the behaviour played to the character, the truth is I get a giggle out of playing statues while in the black armour.
At the naggi- erm… insistence… of my spotter though I became somewhat more mobile and interactive as the day went on and the bank holiday Monday actually ended up being busier than even the Saturday meaning this last stint went in at a reasonable pace.
As enjoyable as the whole weekend and the welcome the staff gave us across the four days was I was glad when we eventually reached the end and I could tend to my battered and bruised arms that always fall victim to armour pinch and unlike the previous day we weren’t standing for ages in the service corridors waiting for the broken lift to actually turn up before I could de-kit!
This was something of a strange event when compared to the annual Halloween party in the same venue; nowhere near as quite as the weekday Cool Science event from 2012, but about the same level of interest in our presence from the attending public.
Positioned as we were at the entrance when people began arriving, pretty much anyone who wanted a photo with us got it within the first 30 minutes, meaning that we were left to our own devices to wander about for the rest of the night. While it allowed the opportunity for plenty of creative photos, it did rather ensure that the event dragged on.
Although the event was scheduled to run to 22:30, before the last hour our participation had completely died off and I was grateful we called it an early night.
After the tiring tedium of the previous day I was all for pulling out of this event right up until the point we left the house. Knowing full well I was unlikely attend as the Jawa I’d signed up as having had no time to wire the replacement sound board, my apparent options were to attend as Batman (scuppered by not wanting to be the only non-Star Wars costumer there) or a Biker Scout an outfit, damage to it aside, I’ve very much had my fill of these past few years – plus, y’know, it’s getting so there are loads of them now…
Almost exactly four years to the day of my last outing in it though, enough time had passed that I had entirely forgotten the unpleasantness of wearing my Stealth Trooper for any length of time and so it ended up being the costume loaded into the car.
Slight inclines aside, having attended this venue previously I knew it to be both relatively flat and confined enough that only the most catastrophic costume failure would curtail my trooping and fortunately the specified number of spotters had been reached for the sign-up that meant anyone having to go back to the changing area wouldn’t be dragging the whole troop in tow as well.
Although the sun beat down for the duration I was comfortable enough albeit after standing still in any one place for too long it meant a few seconds of adjustment for the armour to fall back into a configuration which allowed non-John Wayne movement to prevent trapping fleshy it’s between hard plastic edges!
My usual ROM fx, mic and speaker were still packed away with the TB kit but the spare seemed to have been set up ideally for my purposes and during the periods we were bombarded for photo opportunities I had very few issues vocalizing and being understood leading to the amusing exchange with two patient punters who’d seen youngsters jump ahead of them into frame at each opportunity for several minutes when I advised them just to push the kids out of the way as they didn’t have to be nice to them as we weren’t at Disney…
Overall an enjoyable all too rare outing for the UKGs first Stealth Trooper, although from what I observed the Jawa was having a lot more fun the whole time. I really should get my finger out…
Our second visit to Rothesay was equally blessed and cursed by good weather, both the temperature and the number of attendees being in stark contrast to the first Astronomical Society Event back at in January as a result.
Despite a bit of miscommunication regarding the venue (probably to our cost, I bet the competing event at Mount Stuart House was mobbed that day) it was something of a relief to be back in the know turf of the Pavillion where, as single set of steps aside, I figured I’d be able to cope in the Stealth Trooper suit for my first outing in it since last summer.
Unfortunately late in the afternoon a combination of the discomfort of wearing it, the heat of the sunshine and the expiration of my lid fan batteries proved me wrong and required a hurried semi-dekit for respite, still it’s amazing how well I overcame my step nemesis which had thwarted me all day until that point when I needed too!
As mentioned attendance by the public was pretty low this time round and the day was slow going without much public participation, fortunately the reflectiveness of my lenses provided a novelty distraction for our camera wielding spotter. At some point we, or more particularly I, apparently adopted the miniature Vader helmet and chestbox clad son of one of the helpers who pretty much never left my side for the rest of the day. Judging by his regular frantic head bobbing he was deeply engaging me in conversation a large amount of the time, but between the constant repetition of the eight space related songs they had on loop in the hall and the distortion of his voice changer, I didn’t hear a blessed word the whole time.
Still, quiet day or not the BAS folk looked after us well as usual and I regret that circumstances precluded me from helping them out at the Greenock Event prior to this one.
Oh, and oddly for being encased head to foot in black plastic all day, I returned home with some sunburn. I guess those Imperial-issue neck seals aren’t UV-safe…