Confounding Tales
May. 31st, 2007 06:56 pmI really liked how
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na_lon
journalled Sarehole, so this is a similar stream of consciousness on Confounding Tales.
getting up at five so we could have a day in Glasgow ahead of the con is Good in Theory, Knackering in practice:
small airport hotel : ladies' loo is called "the powder room" a sign and a portent
took taxi to the House for an Artist - far less extravagant/costly than return journey of bus to centre of Glasgow, bus to airport, taxi to hotel ... memo to self: be extravagant, it pays.
great lunch at HforanA - puff pastry little nothing followed by rubarb ice-cream with a vanilla risotto (rice pudding!) and cheese plate ... memo to self: be extravagant, it pays.
complimented on my death in opening games (style entirely due to the fact I put on a kilo since I bought frock on ebay - and now cannot bend or breathe) .... met![[info]](https://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
tlanti (who liked my bling) ....
intersting papers, games, games, games, adequate food (not a cholesterol-friendly dish in sight - well, there was the 'duo of salmon', but I never got around to it to see whether one of the pair involved cream).
And utter agony from hand. Ended up screaming like a two year old on Sunday afternoon.
Monday, went to Kelvingrove - the best art museum I have been too this millenium. Gods, I am so jealous of Glaswegians!
flight delayed on way back: buckets at Heathrow to catch the drips.
Tuesday: was very brusque with a Flaming Idiot in Policy and Performance. Hand HURTS. Made the descision not to go back to work until hand stops hurting.
na_lonjournalled Sarehole, so this is a similar stream of consciousness on Confounding Tales.
getting up at five so we could have a day in Glasgow ahead of the con is Good in Theory, Knackering in practice:
small airport hotel : ladies' loo is called "the powder room" a sign and a portent
took taxi to the House for an Artist - far less extravagant/costly than return journey of bus to centre of Glasgow, bus to airport, taxi to hotel ... memo to self: be extravagant, it pays.
great lunch at HforanA - puff pastry little nothing followed by rubarb ice-cream with a vanilla risotto (rice pudding!) and cheese plate ... memo to self: be extravagant, it pays.
complimented on my death in opening games (style entirely due to the fact I put on a kilo since I bought frock on ebay - and now cannot bend or breathe) .... met
tlanti (who liked my bling) .... intersting papers, games, games, games, adequate food (not a cholesterol-friendly dish in sight - well, there was the 'duo of salmon', but I never got around to it to see whether one of the pair involved cream).
And utter agony from hand. Ended up screaming like a two year old on Sunday afternoon.
Monday, went to Kelvingrove - the best art museum I have been too this millenium. Gods, I am so jealous of Glaswegians!
flight delayed on way back: buckets at Heathrow to catch the drips.
Tuesday: was very brusque with a Flaming Idiot in Policy and Performance. Hand HURTS. Made the descision not to go back to work until hand stops hurting.
