The crack.
Oct. 29th, 2003 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenPedar and I went into Southport this morning. "To go to building societies," he said. I didn't quite understand that, but that wasn't the point. We went anyway. On the way there, he was listening to the radio, and it seems Iain Duncan Smith is the news of the day. I wasn't very interested to begin with, then I noticed the Mirror front page with a manip of IDS as the Iraqi information minister whose name I have temporarily forgotten, and things became slightly more interesting. Pedar is typically scathing about the Tory party, but he bought enough newspapers to last the day and I haven't read them yet, only skimmed the front pages, so we shall see.
Once we'd finished with the building societies, we got coffee (well, cappuccino for him and mocha for me) and walked round Southport for a bit. Pedar has proven an unlikely adherent of the Sam Vimes' Boots Theory of Socio-Econonic Unfairness. I mentioned the way Vimes is generally knurd, and he gave me that look that implies someone, or perhaps more than one person, has just teetered off the edge into insanity. With wonderfully narrative timing, the big clock started to ominously strike twelve at that point.
I went into the library for a moment - got Sourcery, Eric and The Dark Side of the Sun. I seem to remember being told that Eric is not that good, but I've got it, so I will read it and make up my own mind.
Bored now. I ought to do more Politics this afternoon but cannae be bothered. There is a curious bubbling sound coming from the gutters. Maybe I ought to go outside and figure out what's causing that. Maybe I ought to make some more bracelets.
Actually, I ought to finish going through the Fic From Hell #2 beta. It's the one that features![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hathy_col. Interestingly, it's a het fic. I've never done it before.
And because I am using many more paragraph breaks than are necessary...
I'll end here. There is something else I wanted to say. No doubt it will come to me the moment after I click "Update Journal."
Once we'd finished with the building societies, we got coffee (well, cappuccino for him and mocha for me) and walked round Southport for a bit. Pedar has proven an unlikely adherent of the Sam Vimes' Boots Theory of Socio-Econonic Unfairness. I mentioned the way Vimes is generally knurd, and he gave me that look that implies someone, or perhaps more than one person, has just teetered off the edge into insanity. With wonderfully narrative timing, the big clock started to ominously strike twelve at that point.
I went into the library for a moment - got Sourcery, Eric and The Dark Side of the Sun. I seem to remember being told that Eric is not that good, but I've got it, so I will read it and make up my own mind.
Bored now. I ought to do more Politics this afternoon but cannae be bothered. There is a curious bubbling sound coming from the gutters. Maybe I ought to go outside and figure out what's causing that. Maybe I ought to make some more bracelets.
Actually, I ought to finish going through the Fic From Hell #2 beta. It's the one that features
hathy_col. Interestingly, it's a het fic. I've never done it before. And because I am using many more paragraph breaks than are necessary...
I'll end here. There is something else I wanted to say. No doubt it will come to me the moment after I click "Update Journal."
