Victoria Jane Ashton

Died February 14th, so many years ago

Cale Leth has posted just one video to Vimeo. They posted it yesterday morning ( Read more... )

“That looks epic!” I remember looking at the video trailer on YouTube for Black Friday way back when the international run was first announced and adding it to the list of larps I wanted to tray and get a place for. The other blockbuster larp for this autumn was Convention of Thorns. They started booking really close to each other. The buzz of ( Read more... )

I managed to get a lot done yesterday. It is really nice to end the day with a feeling of achievement. Of course this morning I can't remember what it was I did. I think this derives mainly from the very positive monthly review session where it was clear there was progress to review. And one of my plans for saving lots of time and money has not ( Read more... )

I am on the tube and heading west to the enchanted Kingdom of Perivale. I acknowledge that 'kingdom' appears to be gendered language; it seems lazy of me not to go back and find a better phrase. It belongs with 'enchanted' though. And who is to say that Perivale does not have a king?[1 ( Read more... )

So here we go. My first attempt at typing a long entry on the PRIV ( Read more... )

I have spent a lot of the weekend with larpers; partly discussing plans for a game we are working on and partly catching up with some players from College of Wizardry VIII that I attended earlier this year ( Read more... )

I fell off the wagon a year ago when I went to play a larp in Poland. I rather got sucked back in after that. Misery is a drug like any other and I have a problem with catharsis. I think it was probably a way of coming to terms with my father's death; controlled grieving. I've played two more games in Poland, one in Denmark, one in Norway ( Read more... )

I went to speak to my GP. He said "there is nothing I can do for you really ( Read more... )

There are people singing in the office; they are very good. I don't know what the occasion is. perhaps it is the simple joy of being alive. The sun is shining. The sky is blue. I have never been to Belfast before. When I grew up it was a city on the news. Riots. Troubles. Bombs.

This morning there is singing.