Mar 20, 2007 11:12
DIY is shit. The loo went reasonably well on Sunday, and it was satisfying. But not as satisfying as a well-cooked meal. And the sink last night, well, it's still not up. It should be fairly simple, but something always goes wrong.
In good news, my book is still absolutely gripping and fantastic.
I've forgotten to mention that, sadly, Fiction is no more. Rumor has it that The Cross will be closing it's doors. I've had some good nights at Fiction (notably the meeting of my wife) and I don't think there's any night in London quite like it. Happy and gay but relaxed. Good music, dancing, be what you want to be. They left open the possibility of a revival, someday. I can name about fifteen people that would be there like a shot. Fiction, we'll miss you.
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