Where I'm not (but should be), and where I am (but shouldn't be, really).
Weirdly, I received an invitation to this last month (due to an obscure paper on Moorcock and British SF tropes which someone uncovered after the former finally agreed to pen a Doctor Who novel), but I was heavily into my Quatermass re-evaluation at the time, and didn't want to get sidetracked, so issued one of those oh-so-polite fuck offs:
http://www.sci-fi-london.com
Elsewhere, I've mentioned the U.S./UK divide on Spring Break/The Easter Hols, and tried to rationalise how finite time becomes a challenge to one's physical endurance on both continents. Needless to say, I'm getting far too old to go galavanting about on rooftops wielding a lasso, and cannot help but feel that a younger, more sprightly Batman is required for these extreme gardening adventures.
I'll be coming down for orange juice and Ginger Nut biscuits shortly, probably moaning loudly about my back.
http://www.sci-fi-london.com
Elsewhere, I've mentioned the U.S./UK divide on Spring Break/The Easter Hols, and tried to rationalise how finite time becomes a challenge to one's physical endurance on both continents. Needless to say, I'm getting far too old to go galavanting about on rooftops wielding a lasso, and cannot help but feel that a younger, more sprightly Batman is required for these extreme gardening adventures.
I'll be coming down for orange juice and Ginger Nut biscuits shortly, probably moaning loudly about my back.