I’ve left Bretton for the summer, although I should be back in the same room come September. Email/web access will therefore sporadic at best and downright stinky at worst until I get back there. Big shouts-out to Ben, Tom and Rob Swithen who are probably still there!
But I think I’ve finally broken the back of the new bedlamfringe.co.uk design, especially since I’ve been able to borrow my dad’s office while he’s in Lithuania for the week – I should have everything up and working in the next couple of days depending on when the muse takes me. And hopefully I should be getting up to the Festival city myself, if I can get somewhere to live sorted out.
In other news: a strange thing happens when I’m removed from internetness now – I start reading lots. Not that I don’t read normally, but I increasingly find myself “without the time”. But I’ve been back a few days now and I’m already reading The Surgeon of Crowthorne (about the making of the OED), The Nothing That Is (about the number zero), Frank Miller’s Ronin, The Life and Times of Hercule Poirot (a biography of the fictional detective), Bilton (a random novel) and I finally got ’round to picking up Ed McBain’s Ice but instantly decided I didn’t like it. And I read the papers every day. TV doesn’t supply the same constant rate of information that the internet is able to feed me, so I feel the need to read.
Friends has shuddered to a halt, Sex and the City has seized up (ahem – not that I watched it), Dawson’s Creek finally decided between Dawson and Pacey – and tonight it’s Fraiser‘s turn to bow out. I haven’t been a devoted viewer, partly due to the way C4 flung it around the schedules, but the self-consciously highbrow sitcom has always amused. But I’ll be watching the final double episode tonight mainly because I really like endings. More of that later.
