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For me, personally, the final evidence of the guilt of British criminal Hanratty, of anarchist Nicola Sacco. and of Ethel and Julius Rosenberg - however different the circumstances - have been a personal shock. They are the undeniable proof that people can lie even in the face of death and eternity, that claims of innocence from the scaffold are no ( Read more... )

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I don't know how to do this, so I'll come straight out with it. For pretty much the first time in my life, I am going to be stuck in London on my own on Christmas and Boxing Day, and related dates. I have something to do on the 24th, then nothing. If any of my friends who reside or happen to be in or near London would care to invite me to anything ( Read more... )

God help me. I've had a splendid, couldn't-possibly-fail plot bunny for a Harry Potter and Buffy crossover - for a long fic, which is a kind of thing I practically never managed before, and at a time when I couldn't have less time to spare. But the idea is so damn good I hate to give it up.

The dressing for my infected wound has been taken down at last. It seems my wound is just about cured, and, though I will have to wear special stockings for the rest of my life, I can now go back to walking like a real person. I will also have to buy a new pair of shoes, but at this point, who cares.

Now, if there is one thing that is undoubted, it is that yours truly is fat. Seriously fat. XXXXXXXXL plus fat.
For the last four or five years I had a bathroom scales that showed a particular weight. Just recently I bought a new set.
The difference between the results of the two is thirty kilograms.

1) To lose weight
2) To complete my book about 1918-1923 before the end of the year, and if at all possible to publish a collection of my essays and start publishing my History of Britain 407-597 through Lulu or the like.
3) To stay out of debt.

And I am awake because of the heat. Anyone who told me that London in the last days of December would have been hotter than Rome and hotter than it had ever been at the height of summer would have got a blank stare and a dismissive "well, maybe".
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Now I finally decided to sort out my computer archives, I find myself so overloaded with work that I am wondering whether I will actually finish it. Keep in mind ( Read more... )