Well it all began in a hotel, the name of which I am not at liberty to mention due to ongoing legal proceedings. It was a very large hotel, seventy-seven floors of quality accommodation and the capacity to host two internationally recognised conventions at the same time. There was my convention: The International Postcard Collectors Convention (held only once every seven years), and then there was the International Art Critics Something Something Convention (with special guest). In hindsight, my life would have been so much easier had these two conventions not been held in the same place, at the same time.