Mycroft does not approve
Some of you have seen it already (and thanks for the comments/reblogs <3), but I made a Mycroft... thing. It seemed like a good idea until I realised I don't know the first thing about graphic design. But I tried.
Proper version under the cut:
Originally posted at tumblr.
Books
Read Cabin Fever: The Sizzling Secrets of a Virgin Air Hostess (Mandy Smith & Nicola Stow) which is basically the (real life) misadventures-of-single-girl-looking-for-love Mandy, with a hefty dose of erotica thrown in - so much so that I occasionally wondered which section it was supposed to be sold under! There were a few planes in there, too, and interesting stories about working for Virgin, but a lot more about parties and hook-ups with a passing parade of gorgeous/talented/rich men. Thoroughly enjoyable, but lighter than the fluffiest of sponge cakes. Towards the end there's a section where she goes hiking alone in Peru, which touches on the obligatory spiritual development ("I've Never Been to Me" is actually referenced, without irony), but the rest of it is red lippy, high heels, alcohol, and the glamorous life. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Most memorable work anecdote - the one where a fellow flight attendant accidentally locked actor Verne Troyer (Austin Powers' mini-me) in the onboard coat cupboard for half an hour when he'd just climbed inside to get his suit. He was rescued after freaking out the cabin crew with mysterious muffled noises emanating from the cupboard. Apparently he took it well and got over it very quickly, but ouch. Library book.
Also read Mr Mercedes (Stephen King) which was his usual engaging read, although not particularly memorable - it was a straightforward thriller, no supernatural component this time. A retired ex-cop teams up with a talented teenager and some unexpected others to take down a mass killer who's escaped justice for years. I did get hooked straight away, but it still somehow felt as though there was something missing, like there should have been an extra layer of meaning or development to give it more weight. Or maybe I got too strong a sense of self-referentiality in the main character, even if he's a cop, not a writer. Nevertheless, there's still something incredibly relaxing about reading a book so easy and effortless to engage with. The kind of thing often called "summer reading" except THAT IT'S THE MIDDLE OF WINTER AND I'M FREEZING. Library book.