This is turning into a really awkward day...

The internet is conspiring against me. My C8 hotel booking e-mail just got returned as undeliverable (Eeeek! Especially as today's the last day to book...) and the C8 online ticketing seems to be offline again. Contingency plans firing up now...

And don't even get me started on the joys of old browsers and yahoogroups...

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From imago and interlock( it's a survey thing... )

Watching you, watching me...

It's a Thompson Twins kind o' day. I seem to have found my energy, which is good. And my brain's at 26° to the rest of reality, which is... interesting.

Plans for the November Whitby are already afoot (Oi, mouseboks - isn't it about time you did another WGW? G'wan!), mostly involving Warwick goths, cattle prods and benevolent dictatorship. Which, if you ask me, is the only way to get anything done around here...