I had brief conversations, I trawled the dealers room and got an awesome hat, and I went to some programme items. Somehow, though, I just failed to really engage and feel like a part of it. Conversations dried up easily, the hotel irritated only slightly less than last time I was there, and I spent much of Sunday wondering why I'd given money to the London Worldcon bid.
Too many people I'd expected to see were missing, and everyone seemed so busy, so I spent a lot of time feeling a bit like I was looking in on something I didn't belong to. I don't think I'll bother next year. Which is a pity, I used to really like conventions.