K.T. Davies

I want an interrobang on my keyboard, not least because it sums up my default setting almost perfectly. We’re all born dazed and confused by our surroundings, some of us maintain that state throughout our lives *waves*. Anywho.

Went to London to talk word turkey yesterday. The village by the muddy estuary set out to prove my grumpiness unfounded as even the Apple i temple/store couldn’t annoy me. Had a nice-ish Thai meal, talked book stuff then went for a very quick ‘arf in an O’Neills down by Liberty. (We lamented that we lacked time to catch up with Londonites at this point as we could have settled in for a reet good sesh). The pub and surroundings felt very Secret World;)it wasn’t thronged, the ale was pleasantly cool, the streets not too busy, the air balmy. T’was grand.

The train back was packed up until B’ham Intl. Airport, where the Brazillians and their, alas, screaming baby, got off. Tired bunnies staggered into bed at 3-ish:(

Good news is that a temple of geeky-nerdiness in London is prolly gonna be stocking mi book (hurray!) and I got mi first (possibly last!:) review for The Red Knight. It made me smile. He grokked my book. It’s here anyways, http://www.theeloquentpage.co.uk/

I’ve got a shed load of real work to do:( *And* kit to sort for this weekend when I’m off to Death Unto Darkness. I am rather stoked about this as I have heard gud about the game, and of course, one gets to hang out with lovely peeps.