A Day By Day Look At My Festival Adventures And Viewings
Thursday 27th October 2022 – Arrival And Exploring Manchester
Though I have attended the annual Festival Of Fantastic Films a few times in the past, I never stayed overnight at the Pendulum before as I was living in Manchester and able to commute in and out on public transport. Now I live in Preston staying over was essential.
With the covid restrictions and my long disabling struggle with bowel cancer that is mercifully now in remission but leaves me sporting a stoma (it’s not just supermarkets that gave ‘bags for life’) getting out to anything has been a challenge for a while though I have managed to do my pub sign capturing photo walks and taken in a few Eastercons and made sporadic visits to Manchester where I have many friends and get to see my mum too.
I booked the festival some time in advance, and added an extra day to do some touring, drinking and social calls pre-festivities. I was able to check into the hotel online before setting off.
An uneventful train ride, a Metrolink tram trip to my Mum’s and back to the city centre ready for a mid-afternoon hotel check in saw me get to my 4th floor room by about 3.15pm. It was great to see the distinctive and hypnotically fascinating pendulum swinging like a silent metronome in the lobby.
I headed out to see some local bars and take photos, including FAB Cafe, my old regular night out venue during my years in the city, and being a movie andTV theme bar it seemed all the more apt on the eve of a horror, SF and fantasy film fest. Everyone at FAB was lovely.
I also called in The English Lounge, another great bar where they had a Halloween themed pub quiz in progress (I was just too late to participate) and it was a tough quiz, though a breeze compared to the questions to come in the festival’s closing night quiz.
Post pub crawl I returned to The Pendulum where the Garden bar that would be the main R & R hang out over the weekend, closed surprisingly early. I headed off up bed.
Friday 28th October 2022 – More Exploring And Festival Day One
The festival wasn’t starting until 4pm, so after an impressive buffet breakfast, I headed out to walk the city and get lots of photos before returning for festival registration, got my wristband and headed into the con bar.
Now the day was to consist of convention-festival film screenings, talks and panel items, with a few surprises. Three films aired before the official opening ceremony where there was a very moving tribute to the late event runner behind the previous 31 of the 32 festivals, Gil Lane-Young, a delightful man I met on my previous visits (I first learned of the festival through writer Charles Partington, who had been a lifelong pal of Gil’s along with Ramsey Campbell (the current festival president) and Harry Nadler).
I will be reviewing the actual films and guest panels on separate pages.
Another tribute was made to the late great actress Elsa Lanchester, best known for her roles as Mary Shelley and the eponymous heroine of The Bride Of Frankenstein as her 120th birthday fell on the opening day of the festival and a cake was presented by M J Simpson in her honour (a very nice cake at that too, which was sadly sliced up before I got to photograph it).
As I sometimes needed to slip out discreetly to check my stoma was behaving itself and be ready to change it if necessary, I made a point of sitting on the end of the front row of seats close to the door leading from the lecture halls used each day. Fortunately my equipment behaved itself so I had minimal disruption to my event viewings.
The closing film of the night, Predator – The Quietus was introduced by Paul Flanagan who knew its now obscure late star, Cliff Twemlow, a British Chuck Norris action hero who by all accounts was a joy to know and work with, limiting the budgets of his films but happily blowing over a £1,000 buying drinks for everyone in the bar afterwards. Cliff was a pioneer in the use of video cinematography.
The film finished after the bar had closed so off to bed it was again.
Saturday 29th October 2022
No travels beyond the hotel today as the Festival events started at 10 am. I picked up a few books on the informal dealer and guest merchandice signing tables (there were no formal dealer arrangement this year) and settled down to enjoy the programme which included several guest of honour discussions (always with a lovely Q & A with the audience) and Ramsey Campbell ran the festival’s annual auction where many great books, DVD’s, posters and much other memorabilia changed hands often at great bidding levels.
Again, events outran the bar opening times.
Sunday 30th October 2022
The final day of programming, with many highlights including the launch of the reprint edition of Nigel (Quatermass, Stone Tapes) Kneale’s 1949 short story collection, Tomato Cain, One story from the book, The Pond, in which frogs take ghastly revenge on a local taxidermist who has decimated their population was read out brilliantly for us.
An impressive panel discussion on the decline of attendance at British fantasy, horror and SF cinema attendance in the cinemas in the 1970’s was included too
At the closing ceremony, we saw a montage reprising the opening ceremony clips of Fantastic film clips set around cinema audiences, a chance to show our appreciation to the very hard working event organisers, and the awards were given to the winners of the Delta and Norman J Warren Awards. The overall winning entry, Heart Of Gold, was rescreened.
Then it was off to a side room for the dead dog party and annual festival quiz which was very entertaining and diabolically hard. The team I was on had some very knowledgeable players including authors of film theory literature but we were trounced by the winners. It was a very cheery finale to a truly fantastic and action packed weekend of events.
Monday 31st October 2022
A pretty straight forward end to the awesome weekend – last minute packing, breakfast, goodbyes to various folk I saw as they prepared their own departures, a train ride to Preston, bus ride home, unpacking, and catching up on the World I left behind for the weekend.
In Gratitude
All that remains is to thank many people who made the end of October so very special. The hard working FFF committee who made this festival as exceptional as it was, the staff of The Pendulum hotel, the quiz team folk who were OK with me joining in, my Mum, who it was great to see on one of my all too rare visits to my roots, the staff and managers of FAB Cafe, Manchester, who it was such a joy to see again. Everyone who treated me to ale and food over the weekend, especially Martin Unsworth. Countless people I have undoubtedly forgotten to include here. Roll on 2023’s festival.
Links – My Bowel Cancer Struggle And Recovery https://arthurchappell.wordpress.com/2022/05/26/me-bowel-cancer-and-stoma-wearing/
My First pub signs book publication details – https://www.shorelineofinfinity.com/product/watch-the-signs-watch-the-signs/
All photos taken by me.
Arthur Chappell