Apparently I am (selon Pim & Ally) the Robin. Who'd've thought?

Mind you, I have just played The Red Sarafan at them as a form of protest. Or something...

Am watching Grange Hill on BBC iplayer & a Miss Bettany bopped past.

Using the wonder of Google I discovered that: Mid-20s, teaching assistant Miss Bettany's nickname is "betterthanme" because she's always interfering in other peoples business, teachers and pupils alike and thinks that pupils don't treat her with the same respect as a qualified ( Read more... )

I just very nearly choked to death on my cereal. I blame my cousin - thanks to her I was idly reading one of those "things not to do at Hogwarts" lists (you know, just in case I get offered a place as a mature student) when I came across:
If I insist on carrying out my plans of producing Riddle-de-dee: The Voldemort Musical, I will do so under a ( Read more... )

Post this morning = Diary of a Provincial Lady, done up in bizarre blue shrinkwrap type-stuff.

Huzzah for Amazon 1p books...

BBC7 are doing Brideshead Revisited at the moment. It is rather glorious.

I am having a slight amount of book-related joy. The Georgia books are available in French. And in German. Yes, I have them in English, but I would love to see what's happened to them in translation. I mean, how would you write comedy French/German in, er, French/German? And of course it would be good in terms of my language "skills ( Read more... )

I have had a most incredibly splendid day in Brighton with pim2005. We met at London Bridge this morning & leapt onto a train (well perhaps not actual leaping) and bounced along (quite literally) to the Sussex coast ( Read more... )

This morning was spent waiting about for the post to arrive. And avoiding doorknocking evangelists who I would like to think were out in force in the hopes of being mistaken for postpersons delivering the latest Harry Potter and thus getting people to open their doors. Bah. When the book put in an appearance sometime around noon I settled down ( Read more... )

( The final book about The Boy Who Lived )

London seems to be covered by a pretty much unbroken blanket of cloud today. More shades of grey than I'd thought possible, interspersed with fluffy white patches that look absurdly like cotton-wool. My journey home was reasonably unexciting, although it was only with some difficulty that I managed to avoid being abducted by Roehampton University ( Read more... )