Tickets are here, we're all ready to go.

Some blurry people playing C64 games.

I can't remember the last time I saw this many C64s together at the same time!

Razor, a name I still think of every time I hear the number "1911". (Which isn't all that often, surprisingly).

Mark Stacey, disappointed at not finishing the first ship in Uridium.

The poster.

Enjoying the games.

Some chairs, some beer, a can of Red Bull.
Oh yes, and all the gods of the C64 era.

Is Rob hiding on purpose, do you think?

The composers (a couple of whom appear to actually have their eyes open).

Matrix with Rob, Ben and Martin.

Chris, looking less dazed than during most of the rest of the day.

The rehearsals -- getting warmed up.

Mark fiddling madly, sans hat.

Rob (thinking, "I hope this keyboard stand doesn't collapse...")