BritMums Live ticket for sale at early bird price, and Garrison Keillor

I'm not going to make it to BritMums Live (sniff) in June, as we will still be here in the US, tidying up loose ends, saying our goodbyes, and packing. So, the ticket is up for sale. I've checked, and it's fully transferable at this point. And a TOTAL BARGAIN, because it's 49.99 GBPounds, instead of 69.99 GBPounds. I bought it at early bird price, and I will sell it at early bird price.

And speaking of bargains, we're all now totally confused over here at The Iota Quota. I thought TJMaxx was what it's called in England, and TKMaxx was what it's called in America - simple as that. But now your comments have really flumoxxed me.

And speaking of being flumoxxed, why does Blogger change its interface so often? I would like a bit more stability and familiarity from my blogging platform. So if you've read this far, you can:

(a) buy a BritMums Live BARGAIN ticket
(b) tell me what T?Maxx is called where you live
(c) share my pain about Blogger changing itself all the time, or
(d) leave a random piece of wisdom about life.

Oh... I forgot to tell you that I went to see Garrison Keillor at the theatre the other night. You thought I lived in a cultural desert, didn't you? Huh! Well, Garrison Keillor came - AND I heard Bruce Hornsby in concert three weeks ago. I've impressed you now, haven't I? Garrison Keillor was fabulous. He spoke for two hours, almost without pausing, and was very very funny. He is indisputably one of American's National Treasures, except they don't have them, but I could start a movement and nominate him to be among the first USANTs.


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Guess what I've just done?

Oh alright then. I'll tell you.

I've just booked my ticket for BritMums Live! Even though I don't like that exclamation mark. Couldn't it just be BritMums Live please? I had to put that "please" in, because otherwise it looked like I'd replaced the exclamation mark with a question mark, though come to think of it BritMums Live? has a certain pleasing ironic tone to it. Anyway... whatever... I've booked. (And I have to add that I prefer the title to CyberMummy.)

Do you know who is responsible? My big brother. Yes. Charlesinparis. When we were in Chicago a few weeks ago, and he was generally looking after me and being fabulous, we got talking about blogging. And he said

"What on earth was all that about?"

And I said

"What?"

And he said

"All that [putting on a little girlie voice at this point and waggling head] Oh, I don't know if I'm going to go to the conference or not. We all KNEW you were going to go. Of course you were going to go."

I started protesting, because honestly, last time round, (and the time before, come to think of it), I really didn't know whether I wanted to go, but the more I used the word "honestly", or the word "really", the more he waggled his head and shrugged his shoulders and went all older brother-ish on me.

Maybe he had a point. Anyway, the net result is that this time, I've signed up super-early. So early that it's frankly a bit silly. I mean, I don't even know if we'll be in England next June. And there's no returning the ticket back to BritMums Live! if I turn out not to be (in England, I mean, not Live!... I certainly hope to be Live!) However, I can sell it on to someone else, and I'm hoping there's enough Goodwill Live! in the blogosphere that I'll be helped out and I won't be saddled with a ticket to an event I can't get to. I'm hoping.

It was the yoga session, and the promise of cake and wine, that finally tipped the balance for me. Oooh. I've just thought of a much better name for the event. CakeMums WineLive! Doesn't that sound more appealing? Really. Have the organisers got no marketing expertise at all?

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