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    back to scarbados!

    And a quick if belated update now I’m back from Birmingham – yay! It’s been a fairly tiring few weeks even with FrightFest – the demands of sitting in a cinema seat for four and a bit days cannot be underestimated, and the move to a new venue made it no less gruelling despite it remaining my favourite holiday, and…

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    i can see for miles and miles…

    …because I finally have new glasses! Which will be a blessed relief to at least a handful of folk who I’ve inadvertently bumped into, headbutted or spent an age trying to get a condom on because I had it the wrong way and couldn’t tell. New Glasses are courtesy of Prada and thus very chi-chi indeed, although not a little…

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    lazy sunday afternoon…

    So, a week or so on I can report that (and thanks in no small part to it’s many enthusiastic punters) York was a resounding success – yay! This is despite what more diplomatic folk would probably call ‘hotel issues’ (read: toothgrindingly slow and overpriced wifi, worse mobile signal and mattresses harder than a granite worktop – and my worktops…