Dear gods it's like a little boys and girls of goth convention out at the Point tonight, which is - rather aptly - a music venue converted from an old church and whilst it did bring a twitch to my lips to hear apparent 10 years olds discussing the over-ratedness of champagne on the train to the Bay I've had a shitty day and didn't need the noise ( Read more... )

I've been asked to write an article for my work's website which I dutifully did last week in between cooking a cottage pie and work loved the first draft so much I'm not changing a word which is rather nice to hear, not to mention a lovely boost to my fragile ego. So today I sent it off to the techy guys along with pics (including one of me because ( Read more... )