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Sep. 1st, 2014


Czeching In

'Sup LJ? I had a wonderful holiday. There was fried cheese, and Milka with pretzels; an aviation museum, and many beautiful roads. Full report to follow.
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Aug. 21st, 2014

Dangerous Curves

Czeching Out

Today I am awaiting the end of the working day with even more eagerness than usual, for I am going on holiday!

I'll be meeting Howard after work so we can travel together to Harwich, board the overnight ferry to the Hook of Holland, and begin our journey towards a week's riding in the Czech Republic.

I am hoping for castles, mountains, forests, and a racetrack. I shall be 1) reading this book, which will apparently tell me everything I need to know about the national character, and 2) on the advice of a Polish colleague, eating fried cheese.
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Aug. 19th, 2014

Casino Royale

#LonCon3: Sunday

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There were plenty of people I never managed to bump into and lots of things I didn't do; I listened to no filk, watched no screenings, and played no games, though I'm sure I would have enjoyed all these things had I gone along to them. I didn't manage to do half the things I'd earmarked on my programme, including, alas, 'stare at Joe Haldemann', but I filled my time in a fun fashion, and that's what's important.

Would I go to another WorldCon? If it was reasonably local, like a shot. Further afield, not sure. Had I but world enough and time, as Illya Kuryakin would say.

#LonCon3: Saturday

WorldCon wasn't something that had pinged my radar at all, yet suddenly everyone I knew seemed to be talking about it. And hey, most years it was somewhere far away, like America, but this year it was at the ExCel Centre, which is, in London terms, on my doorstep. Had it been as distant as, say, the Ally Pally, I might not have bothered, and that would have been a pity, because I had an amazing time.

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Aug. 14th, 2014

Cat Air


A rough plan for Loncon, subject to change on a whim.

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What this boils down to is that I will be dividing my time between literary concerns, 1960s cult stuff, following Joe Haldemann around like a puppy, and anything that might turn out to have sex with robots in it. Can't wait!

Aug. 13th, 2014


Never Has This Icon Been More Appropriate

Waking up to news of Lauren Bacall's death was less of a shocker than waking up to news of Robin Williams's - she was 89 - but sad, nonetheless. She had the same birthday as me, she had a gorgeous voice, and she was married to Humphrey Bogart, which made her an icon in my book.

(I always found it faintly astonishing that someone who had been married to Humphrey Bogart could still be alive, as if one of the Knights of the Round Table was still going. Bogie, to me, inhabited a similarly legendary time.)

There's a running gag in kyellgold's furry universe about 'Lauren Bacollie', which always makes me smile, and he's written a short thing in her honour. Me, well, I'll always think of her on our birthday.


Aug. 12th, 2014

Pertwee bike

What Have You Learned About Earth This Week?

Waking to the news that Robin Williams has died will really make you feel like not bothering to get out of bed.

I fell for him a bit when Channel 4 repeated Mork & Mindy in my early youth, and later actively sought out his movies - even Popeye. Brilliant though he was in later and more serious roles, I'll always love his innocent, well-meaning Orkan the best.

callmemadam once proposed the theory that Robin actually was an alien, explaining both his unique talent and his fantastic hairiness. Until a better explanation comes to light, therefore, I am choosing to believe that he has merely returned to his home planet.

Aug. 11th, 2014



I invited Howard up for the weekend to help me change the oil in my bike, since I suspected, correctly, that I would require manly manstrength for some of the bolts. Before the operation we rode over to Dobles, the Honda dealer in Croydon, to pick up the oil filters, and Howard ended up buying a new pair of gloves while I got a jacket. So much for saving money by changing the oil yourself.

Sunday should have been a rideout, but this was cancelled due to the weather forecast. Sure enough, it caned it down all morning. Around three it became hot and sunny, and we set out with atommickbrane to lovely local museum the Horniman, where, I had learned from Twitter, a baby alpaca had been born the previous weekend.

We hung hopefully around the alpaca enclosure, and were delighted to see the as yet nameless little one emerge alongside the two adult alpacas. It had a suckle from Mum, then, once refreshed, did some wobbly, knock-kneeed gambolling before the little family retired to their stable.

Baby alpaca

A baby alpaca is called an alpacino. No, alas, it's a cria.

Aug. 5th, 2014

Mallory Park

Bike Normandy 2014

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Jul. 31st, 2014

Orange Vespa Huskyteer

Earning My Sartorial Stripes

Far Off Places is a digital-only literary magazine, put together with eccentricity and love. The latest issue, Sartorial, is on sale now, and I have a poem in it! 'Stripes and Roundels' is, naturally, about Mods who are also tigers. Yes, it's quite weird, but I am pleased with it.

There is even a launch party! I won't be there, since it's on a Tuesday evening in Edinburgh, but if you happen to be passing, feel free to pop in as my proxy. I expect there'll be cake or something.

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