The fascinating Doctor Z tagged me (hi, Z!) so I am obediently presenting the disinterested masses with:
Eight Random Things About Me.
Now of course the only way to make this truly random would be to write every single fact I can think of about myself on tiny slips of paper, stuff the mass of them into […]
It would be nice if some authors really did have a good old think when naming their characters.
Here, by my foot, as I type, is a terribly thrilling thriller named Land of the Living, by Nicci French. I think it came free with a magazine - I do hope so, as I have absolutely no […]
Isn’t work completely bloody? Even when you quite like your job and think most of your co-workers are even, dare I say it, quite nice? Nevertheless, it’s Exam Term, the students are Revolting (hoo, yes), and inexplicably everything goes completely wrong at once so quite a lot of time has to be spent working out […]
No, I did not vote. London doesn’t do local elections when the rest of Bucolia does. London is far too busy pontificating in any case, on whatever-it-is the dear little hayseeds think they could possibly be doing by voting in the first place. Bless their little hopeful hearts. A difference? Ah ha ha ha. They’d […]
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