Whereas some of the Incon II committee went off to run Incon V, others went off and ran Year of the Wombat though some people managed to do a bit of both. Promoting the true spirit of the Incons, the committee picked a hotel that was (slightly) too small, some distance from anywhere worth going and surrounded by one of the roughest council estates in Nottingham. On the other hand they did pick a hotel that looked like a gothic asylum. The sun shone, people ran up-and-down steep embankments with eggs in their mouths and nearly no-one got hurt.
May 1997
