Yesterday...
... there was that moment of bowel unclenching and reaching into my pocket to discover that there is a lighter, but no memory stick - indeed said memory stick is in the side of the laptop at home. Fortunately I did have earlier versions of the lecture and had printed it out, so in tne minutes I was able to reconstruct what it looked like, minus a few graphics.
Things had been going well - I'd discovered on trying to pay a credit card bill that, um, the money had run out before days in the month and thus I had to raid a savings account to pay it. I took an extra fifty out, because I knew there would be outgoings, and fought off the attempt to have me switch mortgages (Salamander being the only people willing to lend in 2005, I don't suppose there is going to be too much more offered now, and I can't face the paperwork and charges to save a few pounds a month). Later in the day I celebrated being solvent again by spanking fourteen quid on six C.J. Cherryhs and a Williamson in Oxfam. I left a Yabro for now. Someone who lived fifty yards from me has clearly had their sf collection dumped (is this why there was a Dan Simmons on their wall the other day?), mostly bought from Dark They Were an Golden Eyed.
What they did not have was a copy of Malevil, which I take to have been in a dream rather than something I really saw, because none of the pictures I've seen of it match that copy and it doesn't have a 1980 copyright. Real world copies look expensive.
I got home to see publicity addressed to Mr/Ms Secretcampus, from a south coast arts venue. I see that Richard Herring is performing there tomorrow night. Sigh. Don't have the energy to do it. Laura Solon in April - must investigate. Some arthouse films, an sf parody, must keep out an eye.
Next week: David O'Doherty, China Mieville, Pappy's and Dave Gorman warming up his tour. Busy busy busy.
Things had been going well - I'd discovered on trying to pay a credit card bill that, um, the money had run out before days in the month and thus I had to raid a savings account to pay it. I took an extra fifty out, because I knew there would be outgoings, and fought off the attempt to have me switch mortgages (Salamander being the only people willing to lend in 2005, I don't suppose there is going to be too much more offered now, and I can't face the paperwork and charges to save a few pounds a month). Later in the day I celebrated being solvent again by spanking fourteen quid on six C.J. Cherryhs and a Williamson in Oxfam. I left a Yabro for now. Someone who lived fifty yards from me has clearly had their sf collection dumped (is this why there was a Dan Simmons on their wall the other day?), mostly bought from Dark They Were an Golden Eyed.
What they did not have was a copy of Malevil, which I take to have been in a dream rather than something I really saw, because none of the pictures I've seen of it match that copy and it doesn't have a 1980 copyright. Real world copies look expensive.
I got home to see publicity addressed to Mr/Ms Secretcampus, from a south coast arts venue. I see that Richard Herring is performing there tomorrow night. Sigh. Don't have the energy to do it. Laura Solon in April - must investigate. Some arthouse films, an sf parody, must keep out an eye.
Next week: David O'Doherty, China Mieville, Pappy's and Dave Gorman warming up his tour. Busy busy busy.