I’m currently feeling rather disappointed and deflated, not because of the deal CaMoron just struck with the EU (which, let’s face it, had probably been reached ages ago and sold to us as a ‘last minute deal’ so the tory p’tahk could look all prime ministerial). The wind has just been knocked out of me for an entirely different reason. A few days ago, I got wind that there was going to be another Destination Star Trek convention in the UK this year, and that the location would be announced today. I got all excited about this; I thought it would probably be in the Excel centre again. If that was so, I was planning to immediately zoom over there to get tickets (having forgotten what happened last time). The chance to meet Sir Patrick Stewart again, making sure I got a photo taken this time, was too good to miss. This morning, I was counting down the hours till noon. Then the news came: Destination Star Trek 2016 will be at the NEC Birmingham. I instantly felt deflated. Of course, I could get myself up to Birmingham if I really wanted, but I don’t think I’ll bother. The cool thing about the Excel is that it’s just over the river, a cable car ride away. Birmingham is more complicated to get to, and given Patrick Stewart isn’t on the guest list, it’s not worth it. What a Pity: I’d been gearing myself up for something potentially awesome, a possible repeat of that incredible Saturday in 2014, only for it to dissolve into nothing. Birmingham? Why Birmingham?