Saturday 26th May 2012 shall forever be known as the day I either embrace this new found hobby with both arms and a cock rub, or the day I decided I don’t actually like boardgames much at all thanksverymuchokbye. It’s pretty simple, really; I’m going to the UK Games Expo, being held in Edgbaston, Birmingham. In the UK.
It’ll be the first consumer fair I’ve ever really been to. I’ve done plenty of corporate ones – and will, in fact, be at the Grassroots Football show at the NEC on Friday, which is somewhere inbetween – but never just visited something like this off of my back, to stroke my own interests. I anticipate that, between a hall full of nerds and meeting some of the people who’ve written for this site, the chances of my skin being worn as a cloak by a psychopath have increased by some 137.65% since I booked the tickets. I’m a little nervous.
That’s a good sign, though. It means I’m pushing out of my comfort zone and that I’m excited. I’m excited at the prospect of the Bring & Buy stall skinting me forever. I’m excited at battering my way into a few games of something alongside groups of someone or another. I’m excited that I may see some famous faces – Steve Motherfucking Jackson and Ian Goddamn Livingstone for instance – and that I may make some new friends, or turn internet ones into proper real life acquaintances.
Above all that, though, is the chance to see real board games, in the flesh, and figure out whether or not they’re my thing before I buy them or add them to a wish list. It’s so difficult to do sometimes, and I just end up deciding based on the number of miniatures in them or whether or not Ben or Steve say they’re shit.
Are you going? I’ll be there on the Saturday, the big dude in the corner laughing nervously as someone sharpens a knife and guts me.