Enough, I'll warrant, as the world goes, to pass for honest

[hawkwing_lb]

It turns out I'm not going up to London, because the thought of navigating pubtrans from here to there made me break out in cold sweats. So it goes: I'm not going to push my anxiety this time.

Today I was slow to get started. Ate lunch with J. and K. in The Arts Café, where I had moussaka that tasted far healthier than the last moussaka I had (there was more meat in it in Greece, and fewer vegetables). And then wombled over to Blackwell's, where I had an appointment to meet the most excellent Kari Sperring. (And where I briefly met the most excellent Juliet McKenna, who stopped by in the company of the aforementioned.)

I love medievalists. Classicists, too, but medievalists can be relied upon to know cool shit of which I've never even heard. It's truly delightful to talk with people who are knowledgeable, enthusiastic, and articulate - and when some enthusiasms overlap, that's brilliant. (I admire la_marquise_de_ and The Grass-King's Concubine is a book that meant rather a lot to me when I read it, so if I am enthusiastic in an unseemly way about spending several hours talking? This is why.)

It was, I think it's fair to say, a reasonably wide-ranging discussion. (And somehow my normal anxiety at meeting new people managed not to show up until... five minutes ago? That's fine. That's afterwards.) So, um. Kari Sperring? Delightful conversationalist. Absolutely lovely. Pleasure to meet.

Shortly thereafter, I failed my saving throw vs. temptation in Waterstones, and walked out with Chris Beckett's Dark Eden and something called Babylon Steel, which looks bizarre and potentially either terrible or amazing.

I did not purchase Richard Holmes' Falling Upwards: How We Took To The Air. Weight limits. Weight limits. I keep repeating this. WEIGHT LIMITS.

...There may be some small problems at the airport.

Comments

[resonant.livejournal.com]

You CAN mail stuff to yourself.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

People say this. But I'd have to find the post office first...

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

*You* are awesome and a wonderful, interesting conversationalist. O hope we get to meet again soon.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

*You* are awesome and a wonderful, interesting conversationalist.

I have always suspected that to be the case. (*You*, of course, I knew about already; she ain't telling me nothing new there. Except that you were in Oxford. Why were you in Oxford?)

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

Because she was in Oxford. I went over for the day.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Flatterer. *g*

Well, you've invited me to visit Cambridge... so I may have to take up on that. If you don't change your mind. :)

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

You are very welcome, at pretty much any time (sometimes we're not here, but we are usually).

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

I may remind you of that come autumn!

(Thank you.)