It was great getting back on my beloved Metropolitan line, great going back into the O2 centre and enduring trial-by-fire in the temptation of Waterstones. In fact, I almost bought the traditional Tarot pack because it was just sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo gorgeous, but decided against it (I've given my defence of Tarot elsewhere on this blog, no time to repeat it: in short, I don't believe they literally "tell the future", but I am learning it because doing card readings would be a fun party trick, I like the ooo-err-mysticism of it, and I do think they are a good method of analysing and thinking around a problem)
Back to the embrace of Sainsburies for shopping, and an onslaught of post - staggering up the hill, having Doctor Who lols on the red London bus, and joy of joys, to pick up my post.
My Doctor Who books have come - I'll tell you the story later, I have to tidy now. My "Easter Suprise" Graze box have come, which is a pretty pleasant sort of suprise, when you're not there when they send it and you specifically asked them not to send you anything, and they charge you for it anyway. And yet...I was terribly excited to have it waiting for me, and am currently tucking into the dried bananas, roasted pistacios and ethical smarties with some enthusiasm. Maybe I'll continue my love affair with Graze for now. In the unexpected post, I got a message from the Give Blood people thanking me for joining the bone marrow register.
More than one person has winced and shuddered at the idea of bone marrow donation; I for one have no idea what it entails beyond what I read in their booklet, an all-expenses-paid week off work and feeling pretty grotty. It didn't say "PS - this really stings", or I'd probably have chickened out: I like pain as much as the next man. The way I see it is this: it'll probably never happen, many people are never called. If it does, then be it terrifying and painful, there is no way it can be as unpleasant as actually having leukemia, lymphoma or many of humanity's nastiest nasties. It's also probably significantly less horrid than watching a parent, friend or child go through the aforementioned diseases. It is literally life saving, and I don't think anyone has the choice to opt out of that - or, far be it for me to judge others, I don't think I have a choice.
That's what being a global community really means. If someone said to you, right now, do you want to save this child, few people would say no. I'm just putting myself on the list of people to ask.
The bottom line is, I'm back in Hampstead. But working. I have 2 essays to do in as many days, more or less, so if anyone is around I'd love to say hi - but for 30 minutes "visiting time" to break up my day, after which Kubrick and Virgil will decend from on high to march you out, with Cerberus and Lassie snapping at your heels. Thursday and Friday I am free-er: friends are over (3 and 4, if you want to know), but they've told me they'd love to meet you. They've no idea what they're letting themselves in for. Be nice.
So Thursday or Friday is the day if you want to go to a restaurant for a pre-exam party. Friday evening, we're planning a marathon Doctor Who board game, to which everyone is invited. It'll be easier to pick up the rules with more people who know how to play. Saturday is my Doctor Who convention, but I'm free again on Sunday, and on my own, if you want to restaurant.
Back to the embrace of Sainsburies for shopping, and an onslaught of post - staggering up the hill, having Doctor Who lols on the red London bus, and joy of joys, to pick up my post.
My Doctor Who books have come - I'll tell you the story later, I have to tidy now. My "Easter Suprise" Graze box have come, which is a pretty pleasant sort of suprise, when you're not there when they send it and you specifically asked them not to send you anything, and they charge you for it anyway. And yet...I was terribly excited to have it waiting for me, and am currently tucking into the dried bananas, roasted pistacios and ethical smarties with some enthusiasm. Maybe I'll continue my love affair with Graze for now. In the unexpected post, I got a message from the Give Blood people thanking me for joining the bone marrow register.
More than one person has winced and shuddered at the idea of bone marrow donation; I for one have no idea what it entails beyond what I read in their booklet, an all-expenses-paid week off work and feeling pretty grotty. It didn't say "PS - this really stings", or I'd probably have chickened out: I like pain as much as the next man. The way I see it is this: it'll probably never happen, many people are never called. If it does, then be it terrifying and painful, there is no way it can be as unpleasant as actually having leukemia, lymphoma or many of humanity's nastiest nasties. It's also probably significantly less horrid than watching a parent, friend or child go through the aforementioned diseases. It is literally life saving, and I don't think anyone has the choice to opt out of that - or, far be it for me to judge others, I don't think I have a choice.
That's what being a global community really means. If someone said to you, right now, do you want to save this child, few people would say no. I'm just putting myself on the list of people to ask.
The bottom line is, I'm back in Hampstead. But working. I have 2 essays to do in as many days, more or less, so if anyone is around I'd love to say hi - but for 30 minutes "visiting time" to break up my day, after which Kubrick and Virgil will decend from on high to march you out, with Cerberus and Lassie snapping at your heels. Thursday and Friday I am free-er: friends are over (3 and 4, if you want to know), but they've told me they'd love to meet you. They've no idea what they're letting themselves in for. Be nice.
So Thursday or Friday is the day if you want to go to a restaurant for a pre-exam party. Friday evening, we're planning a marathon Doctor Who board game, to which everyone is invited. It'll be easier to pick up the rules with more people who know how to play. Saturday is my Doctor Who convention, but I'm free again on Sunday, and on my own, if you want to restaurant.
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