Conventional Wisdom

Being annoyed that “real life” had conspired to keep me from three days of the four-day Irish Discworld Convention may not be the best excuse for my acquiring a monstrous hangover, but I don’t have much else to go on. Well, apart from that the run-up to the weekend of the convention had been fraught with unanswered emails, precarious travel arrangements, and budget miscalculations; a few hefty glasses of wine the night before had seemed as fitting a commiseration as any. Besides, I reassure myself, as our car bounces out of another pothole and my stomach heaves accordingly, hangovers aren’t entirely out of place at a Discworld convention. Terry Pratchett understands hangovers. Terry Pratchett, after all, gave us Bilious, the Oh God of Hangovers. He gave us Scumble, and Wow-Wow Sauce as an extreme cure for overdosing on it. He gave us the worrying concept of knurd, which is the … There’s more