Neep
In Brizzle. Feeling a bit fluey. Hope it's nothing serious and just the sore throat I expect from the icy winds and so on. BRITAIN SHOULD NOT BE THIS BLOODY COLD. There's a *reason* I left my down jacket at home, damn it.
And omg, I missed the news of this: Jacqueline Pearce's website and blog! MAXIMUM POWER! I missed her panel too, which was silly of me, but then I was off stalking, um, Michael and Gareth, I think. DO NOT JUDGE ME.
Have had pretty weird dreams and they've been scary. Maybe it's the mirtazapine, maybe it's just general brain stress. Just winding down a bit now. And completely without alcohol, believe it or not. Frank keeps drinking fizzy fruit juice to make up for boozing these days. I'm on water and tea. Was twitchy on Monday, but not twitchy any more. I think it was Paramol doing that, at any rate, which embarrassed me quite a lot at the posh dinner and other things at the con. I was the only person eating with the fork in the right hand on the table, just because my coordination was shot to hell on Saturday (well, yes, between the posh dinner and then getting totally rat-arsed in the bar later, for which I apologise again, to people and lightsabres). Although the bonus of that was that I really couldn't keep squeezing my knees together under the very crowded table, so there was thigh-rubbing. Which a certain old Welsh bloke didn't seem to mind. *cough* Yes, I wonder why my legs kept tilting far more towards him... *blush* Oh yes, and eating with long satin gloves on was an experience, to say the least. Er. I wonder how Servalan manages it...
*slaps self* Yes. Um. Anything that's not B7-related? Erm? Oh, yes. Watched The Flipside Of Dominick Hide last night with Frank, which was quite a well-written piece of telly. Although wotshisname in the lead STILL looks frighteningly like a young Colin Baker. It was a guy from the future going back in time to observe the Eighties and really, really good, serious and funny. Recommended.
Hopefully will get to see the Wind In The Willows 'toon with PETER DAVISON AS MOLEY (!!!!!!) tonight or tomorrow. Then it's off to Witchiness in Saffron Walden, which I still have to, uh, find... near Cambridge, yes.
And did I mention it is BLOODY COLD? The radiator downstairs seems to be dead. Back to bed, then, I think, at least upstairs the damn things are working.
And omg, I missed the news of this: Jacqueline Pearce's website and blog! MAXIMUM POWER! I missed her panel too, which was silly of me, but then I was off stalking, um, Michael and Gareth, I think. DO NOT JUDGE ME.
Have had pretty weird dreams and they've been scary. Maybe it's the mirtazapine, maybe it's just general brain stress. Just winding down a bit now. And completely without alcohol, believe it or not. Frank keeps drinking fizzy fruit juice to make up for boozing these days. I'm on water and tea. Was twitchy on Monday, but not twitchy any more. I think it was Paramol doing that, at any rate, which embarrassed me quite a lot at the posh dinner and other things at the con. I was the only person eating with the fork in the right hand on the table, just because my coordination was shot to hell on Saturday (well, yes, between the posh dinner and then getting totally rat-arsed in the bar later, for which I apologise again, to people and lightsabres). Although the bonus of that was that I really couldn't keep squeezing my knees together under the very crowded table, so there was thigh-rubbing. Which a certain old Welsh bloke didn't seem to mind. *cough* Yes, I wonder why my legs kept tilting far more towards him... *blush* Oh yes, and eating with long satin gloves on was an experience, to say the least. Er. I wonder how Servalan manages it...
*slaps self* Yes. Um. Anything that's not B7-related? Erm? Oh, yes. Watched The Flipside Of Dominick Hide last night with Frank, which was quite a well-written piece of telly. Although wotshisname in the lead STILL looks frighteningly like a young Colin Baker. It was a guy from the future going back in time to observe the Eighties and really, really good, serious and funny. Recommended.
Hopefully will get to see the Wind In The Willows 'toon with PETER DAVISON AS MOLEY (!!!!!!) tonight or tomorrow. Then it's off to Witchiness in Saffron Walden, which I still have to, uh, find... near Cambridge, yes.
And did I mention it is BLOODY COLD? The radiator downstairs seems to be dead. Back to bed, then, I think, at least upstairs the damn things are working.