Our modem has decided to stop working for the moment, so we've had no broadband since Wednesday, which is a nuisance. I'm in the Secret Book and Record Store for the day, so I've had a chance to have look back over my Friends' List, where I note that one of you has been running through the streets of Dublin naked, and another of you has had a vasectomy. These two events are not, however, related...
So, Doctor Who. Brilliant, or what? Best line: three Daleks saying "Yes, we know who you are." Next Saturday, at the same time as the last RTD episode airs, we'll be in Liverpool for the launch of John Reppion's 800 Years of Haunted Liverpool, but we'll be setting everything to record it, just to be sure we get to see it as soon as we get home. I'm very much looking forward to the book launch as well, of course, and it now seems it has the added bonus of getting to meet a few of John's in-laws while we're there, which will be nice.
As I may not get a chance to do so tomorrow, I'd like to wish the very lovely
ephiriel a very happy birthday, and to tell her that I love her very much, which I suspect she already knows.
So, did you all miss me, at all??