If you'd have told me this morning that, by this afternoon, I'd have met, talked to and hugged Eddie Izzard, I wouldn't have believed you at all ( Read more... )

Thanks for your letter, which arrived today. I am sorry to read you have fallen in with such a crowd of junkies, degenerates and sex fiends, but that's student life, I suppose. All cossetted within the cucoon of ensuite accommodation and a huge kitchen paid for, no doubt, by the long-suffering tax payer. Bloody students. Your mother and I are ( Read more... )

Oh dear Lord. How do I even BEGIN to describe one of the most amazing days of my life?

WELL.

( Rambling, spoilers, nervousness, geekery and complete happiness under the cut. )