2025-02-09 –, Argyll
Head to the Main Stage for the annual fursuit games! Our brave/foolish contestants will team up and take on a variety of very silly challenges to find a winning team, but only one lucky fuzzball can walk away with the trophy*!
(*Trophy must be imagined by winning contestant)
Not suiting? Come along and take a seat and watch the action unfold like an origami swan in a broth.
Split into four teams of many many suiters, you can expect games of throwing, fetching, catching, jumping, walking, spying, and trying not to attack your hosts as we crown our fursuit games champion! Seats available for the audience but be warned, those critters get awfully close!
In 1999 I graduated from St. Myriam’s Thunderculture Megachapel Primary School on the Isle of Man with three things – a dictionary, the Guinness Book of Records and a raft. I combined all three and sailed to the mainland, which annoyed me because the dictionary was not very buoyant and got very wet very quickly, and the raft was very difficult to carry. Nevertheless I plied my trade through my teenage years hosting backalley quizzes to Cheshire mafiaettes and the drug cartels of Ipswich. The quizzes were far-reaching and became a hit, culminating in me performing a pub quiz in front of Big Eric, the bigwig quiz champ who was expelled from Eggheads for lacerating that smiley old woman. Big Eric lost my quiz and put the blame squarely at my feet, saying I would never quiz for his men again, tying me to concrete blocks and throwing me into the M6. Luckily as concrete floats on tarmac I survived. That spurned me on to quiz cleanly and since then all my quizzes have been above board and achieved my Professional Quizmaster’s Licence in 2013, with a backup degree in raft building.