Strutting my knowingz
(Or, life in the old dame yet, toujours gai).
Spent some while this pm talking to a meedja person who seems quite keen for me to participate in their doco (am I being cynical to think that I am the price they pay for filming in a desired venue? perish the thort...)
Then to a talk by a friend based on an archive I catalogued Back In The Day, which was interesting, and generated some good discussion (including Yr Hedjog opining on the Tragick and Lamentable History of Sexxe Edycashun in Ye Realm of Albion) followed by wine and more informal discussion with young persons who actually seemed interested in talking to me WOT.
There was some mention of proceeding onwards to a meal but my dearios are, I am sure, apprised of my feelings about going out to dine at an hour already somewhat late with some group of randos, however agreeable they seem at the moment. So I Made My Excuses And Left. This entry was originally posted at https://oursin.dreamwidth.org/2889170.html. Please comment there using OpenID. View
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