Yesterday I was struck by the the idea of going to Destination Star Trek London. The curious thing is, I’d perviously dismissed the idea: I don’t know why, but I’d ruled it out. However, inspired by seeing Python a couple of weekends ago, and hungry for more fannish action, this morning I decided to set off for the excel exhibition centre to see if I could buy tickets.

Getting there was easy, and indeed rather fun: it involves going up to the O2 and then taking the Emerates airline over the river, by far my favourite mode of London public transport. You can see for miles up there, and it reminds you just how vast this city is. Then, on the north bank, it was a quick roll to the national exhibition centre. The only problem was, once there it emerged that there was no box office, and tickets were only available online. With python, I had simply sauntered up to the O2 and asked for tickets – I find it the best way to make sure everything, such as wheelchair spaces, are arranged. Yet it seemed I’d gone in vain. Mind you, I noticed some very coot things that side of the rive that might be worth further investigation.

With that set off home, once again enjoying the view from the cablecar. Once back, I did what I could have done all along and bought the tickets online. Nice and easy, but nowhere near as fun. And now it seems that we have something else to look forward to.