Life lessons learned from geeking out at Comic Con Africa
After attending this much-hyped comic expo, Oliver Roberts decided that the world would be a better place if we all embraced our inner geeks
What a strange thing it is to see a pixie vomiting. There she was, in a somewhat concealed area (but not concealed enough, obvs), bent over, savagely sunlit and retching/crying while her fellow pixies (and an emaciated Batman) rubbed her back and looked on concernedly.
This was probably the strangest thing I saw at the inaugural Comic Con Africa held this past weekend at the Kyalami Grand Prix Circuit in Johannesburg, but there was some very strong competition.
Like the obese, puffing Darth Vader or the bedraggled PR girl eating her sad polystyrened lunch, hunched desperately under an industrial staircase, or, or, the British woman who loudly accused me of taking photographs of the arse of a girl dressed as Harley Quinn (I really wasn't).
For anyone not in the loop, Comic Con is a gigantic convention for geeks, and for South African geeks, Comic Con has, for far too long, existed as an impossible wet dream, something that happens in the US all the time and is like unbelievably cool and colourful and loud and sexy, but could never possibly reach our cash-strapped shores.
But now - probably thanks to gigantic turnouts at events like the Rage Expo and GeekFest - Comic Con was finally here...