The Week That Had Everything

So much happened last week, which is often the case when you get away from work and remember you have a life.

I had one fantastic date and one bad date, with the same woman, before you ask. Which just reaffirms my belief that women are crazy and there's no helping them. How do you go from "I don't want the night to end" to "I don't want a relationship right now" in the space of one (mediocre but quite funny) movie?

I saw Rome Burns play with hardly any significant interruptions and bought a copy of the fabled album. Not bad. I caught up with old friends over the next day or so, wrote a fair bit, generally dossed around doing little at the Dreaming. It may be still under construction but the shower is amazing and I'm incredibly jealous of the cinema room. Especially now ulfilias seems to have bought an Xbox...

Friday I headed to London, bought comics, talked to random skinheads in the Dev Hobgoblin which was er... good. Later on I met simonsatori and morbidfrog in the fairy kingdom before heading over to the Victoria and Albert Museum to listen to Alan Moore and Melinda Gebbie talk about their latest book, Lost Girls, pornography, bad movies, and to see them sign a duck. Ask Simon for the why's and wherefore's of the duck signing. Later we met up with Nick for some goth club I can't remember the name of. There was an amazing (?!) film involving a werewolf and a flower though...

Saturday was a crazy mix of things. I lost a friend to an illness and I lost a dream I was never going to make true. And I'm not even going to begin to tell you what Nick got up to.

Thanks to Lee and Nick for putting me up on my brief tour. Thanks to everyone else for just being themselves.