Obligatory Voting Post (Adults Only)
Diary-entry ramblings for polling day under cuts to protect the un/dis-interested.
This morning's agenda - woke up with some ideas for the story which, in a fit of insanity, I promised to write as a pitch-hit for hp_rarities, which seems to want to be a combination of 19C gothic horror, Medieval chivalric customs and crack!mpreg (is there any other kind?) Must check whether my giftee would accept that. Jotted them down in the bedside notebook and then got up and took Draco out for his morning ablutions.
Had breakfast (Weetabix and a cup of tea), and put Bottleshock on the DVD player because I fancied ogling Chris Pine's arse and listening to Alan Rickman quoting Galileo. Fired up the laptop to catch up on e-mail and, since it was there, Googled a couple of Napa Valley vineyards to see what the current crops are like. Was rather boggled to be faced with an "Are You Over 21" banner at Stags Leap - yes, I know Californians are only allowed to drink the stuff if they're over 21 (though watching the movie you wouldn’t think so), but not even being able to look at pictures of bottles? Very, very expensive bottles in this case? Hmm. Wonders whether the Scottish distilleries should have similar notices given the international nature of the internet.
Speaking of Adult Material, some very smart mods at the Snarry-a-thon held back the gloriously apt Keep Buggering On, which is best described by the author's note: to Gordon Brown, David Cameron, and Nick Clegg for being so very inspirational in recent weeks; and to Winston Churchill for the title. (I'd warn for explicit sex and snark, but really my f-list know me well enough to expect that - and in any case, - take this from an ex-Civil Servant - I'm not sure that there's anything here would surprise the denizens of Westminster).
And then we took Draco for his morning walk in the forest - which is full of nasty black flying things - possibly mosquitoes - and came back via the Polling station to cast our votes. Right at the last minute with my pencil poised over the paper I was wishing I'd bought a pin. Is one allowed to toss a coin in a polling booth?
Must go and do something constructive - if only the washing up.
This morning's agenda - woke up with some ideas for the story which, in a fit of insanity, I promised to write as a pitch-hit for hp_rarities, which seems to want to be a combination of 19C gothic horror, Medieval chivalric customs and crack!mpreg (is there any other kind?) Must check whether my giftee would accept that. Jotted them down in the bedside notebook and then got up and took Draco out for his morning ablutions.
Had breakfast (Weetabix and a cup of tea), and put Bottleshock on the DVD player because I fancied ogling Chris Pine's arse and listening to Alan Rickman quoting Galileo. Fired up the laptop to catch up on e-mail and, since it was there, Googled a couple of Napa Valley vineyards to see what the current crops are like. Was rather boggled to be faced with an "Are You Over 21" banner at Stags Leap - yes, I know Californians are only allowed to drink the stuff if they're over 21 (though watching the movie you wouldn’t think so), but not even being able to look at pictures of bottles? Very, very expensive bottles in this case? Hmm. Wonders whether the Scottish distilleries should have similar notices given the international nature of the internet.
Speaking of Adult Material, some very smart mods at the Snarry-a-thon held back the gloriously apt Keep Buggering On, which is best described by the author's note: to Gordon Brown, David Cameron, and Nick Clegg for being so very inspirational in recent weeks; and to Winston Churchill for the title. (I'd warn for explicit sex and snark, but really my f-list know me well enough to expect that - and in any case, - take this from an ex-Civil Servant - I'm not sure that there's anything here would surprise the denizens of Westminster).
And then we took Draco for his morning walk in the forest - which is full of nasty black flying things - possibly mosquitoes - and came back via the Polling station to cast our votes. Right at the last minute with my pencil poised over the paper I was wishing I'd bought a pin. Is one allowed to toss a coin in a polling booth?
Must go and do something constructive - if only the washing up.