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Harry Hoad
Jan. 5th, 2009 09:05 amSorry this has taken so long. Before Christmas, I promised you a photo of Harry; here it is. Click to embiggen, as ever.
Jan. 5th, 2009
Phantom pies unmulled, oh noes!
Jan. 5th, 2009 10:20 amI just had a crisis e-mail from Kay, the librarian at the Lit & Phil: we have a Phantoms at the Phil event tomorrow evening, and there are no mince pies and mulled wine to be had! Not even for ready money!!
Ha. It shall be regular cold wines, then, to match the chill in your marrow. If you're coming. If not, why not? Why not drag yourself away from your bitter hearth, to hear some ice-sharp stories? Phone the library to book, and if they say they're full up, the secret - shh! - is to turn up anyway, 6.30 on the night. There's always some ticket-holders who don't; we've never turned anyone away yet.
'Specially if the weather's like this, there will be people who fail us. I was just thinking I should pack up laptop and coffee and go into town, on account of the Silence Room being warmer than here; and then I looked out of the window and it's snowing. And then Barry jumped into my lap with an invitational cuddle. But I am ruthless and severe, with him as with myself: I'm going in.
Ha. It shall be regular cold wines, then, to match the chill in your marrow. If you're coming. If not, why not? Why not drag yourself away from your bitter hearth, to hear some ice-sharp stories? Phone the library to book, and if they say they're full up, the secret - shh! - is to turn up anyway, 6.30 on the night. There's always some ticket-holders who don't; we've never turned anyone away yet.
'Specially if the weather's like this, there will be people who fail us. I was just thinking I should pack up laptop and coffee and go into town, on account of the Silence Room being warmer than here; and then I looked out of the window and it's snowing. And then Barry jumped into my lap with an invitational cuddle. But I am ruthless and severe, with him as with myself: I'm going in.