TAFF - pg 27 people streamed into the room. Actually there were only four but to those of you that know him, when Don is one of the four it is apt to look like a crowd. I'd heard he was tall (he had to duck his head as he came into the door) but, somewhere along the line someone had neglected to mention he was LARGE with it! Don is the only person I know who can vacate a room holding 50 other people and leave it look- ing half empty. What to say about him. I don't honestly know what I expected him to be like. I surveyed the roomful of fen discarding outer clothing and Don stood out among them. Privately I thought: if he has a voice to match his build then I'll have met my match at last! He strode over to where I stood mid a welter of tea cups and all he said was "Ella". In that one word he managed to convey his pleasure at the meeting and at being where he was. I particularly liked his handshake. One of my pet hates is the person who extends a limp hand leaving it up to you whether you take it or not. Don made no pretence. He really took hold of my hand and shook it.... I'm still wearing the plaster as proof! As more people arrived and the talk grew in volume you could hear Don's voice easily only because of the accent. He speaks very quietly but his opinions are expressed in such a way you know he's saying what he thinks and not what he thinks you want to hear. There was no anti- climax to my meeting with Don. He was every bit as nice as I'd hoped he'd be and if he stood for TAFF tomorrow I'd vote for him again, In- evitably, I didn't get the chance to ask him all the things I wanted to. We met frequently during the convention but, just as inevitably the talks we had were in hurried snatches. There were some comical moments but this is Don's report so I'll leave him to recount them for you.. ...he'd better! I know he was popular and he mixed well with all who were there. He obviously loves meeting people and did just that. I like Don and his sense of fun. For all his years in fandom he is still intensely interested in its welfare. I only wish we'd had the chance for a longer talk. It was real nice meeting you Don. Come back among us, one day. Yes? Ella Parker I'd left a call for 6:30 & the hotel switchboard operator sounded disgustingly cheerful that morning. Breakfast came with the room & I ate early that morning, ordering a glass of ice water to the dis- gust of the waiter. This was to be a complete day devoted to photography. Since it is tiring to carry my gadget bag & try to shoot pictures at the sane time. I'd made previous arrangements with Ted Carnell's son to hire out as my camera "Caddy" for the day. I removed the flash unit from the bag before I left the hotel and walked down to meet him at Char- ing Cross station. There, I saddled him with my camera bag & we start- ed off. The route was past Trafalgar Square, through Admiralty Arch and up the Mall to Buckingham Palace. Along the Mall, the bums kept approaching me to let them show me the Changing of the Guard & in gen- eral to be my guide. It came somewhat of a shock to them to find Michael was from London & not my son.