Misc personalia
Am a bit miffed to discover that I became a member of the National Trust just a bit too late to qualify for a vote in the forthcoming Council election. Sigh.
Though looking through the candidates' manifestos, there were some I was slightly side-eying for the possible dog-whistles about tradition, but most of them did at least indicate long connections with Trust, relevant experience and skills - and then there was the one which was pretty much all frothing over about rolling back the Evil Gay Anti-Imperialist Agenda. Cynical ol' me thinks possibly he might be more successful with a leeetle more subtlety and invocation of the plashy watervole, textile conservation, etc?
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Honestly, what is up with Palgrave Macmillan? Not only have I been bombarded with various special discount offers over the past couple of months, but today I got a personal plea, saying they hadn't seen me in a while and asking after my health. With a speshul personal discount code.
Feel like responding that if they didn't price their books as £an-arm-a-leg-and-several-internal-organs in the first place maybe they wouldn't have to go around pimping for trade in this fashion.
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A week tomorrow is World Wombat(t) Day.
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This may be professional prejudice, but when the author of a book is described in a review as encountering 'cantankerous archivists' (plural) in the course of doing the research for it, I do raise my eyebrows a bit and wonder about their method of approach to the repositories in question, even if the topic was one of some sensitivity.
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