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lprovenMitcham has its bonuses. After going to the doc's for my flu jab (after which I feel distinctly suboptimal) I finally got round to visiting Hoo Hing, the oriental-foods superstore nearby. Loads of interesting Chinese and Japanese stuff, much of it veggie and really cheap. I think I shall be back.
Then get some doorkeys cut to replace those lost in the other week's little fiasco¹, and into the bank to open a special account to hold the sponsorship money donated so far for the Great Head-Shaving Fund. If you haven't paid yet, cough up! Nearly £300 in there so far.
Home for a rest; the inoculation has really knocked the stuffing out of me. And half the doorkeys don't work. Wonderful.
Then off up town to Skeptics in the Pub for Alberto Bona's one-man play "I, Caravaggio". A crap turnout - there were only about eight of us - but the show was great fun and very educational. SITP regular Kim was conscripted as Jesus to show how one composition worked and Camilla became the angel who miraculously showed the illiterate St Matthew how to write the Gospel. Here's a reasonable writeup of a previous performance.
This was all over by 9:45, including a long question-and-answer session, so I (accompanied by an apprehensive Camilla) made my way up to the Xmas 'Ton at the Barley Mow, where the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flickgc showered me in presents, bless her. Thanks! Camilla was pleased to discover cardboardnewman and others she knows from SITP; I may yet induce her to visit again.
¹ Aaargh. "Fiasco." Name of a café in the bus terminal in Oslo, where I regularly used to go for a final coffee with Kjersti before getting the bus back to the airport. Meep.
Then get some doorkeys cut to replace those lost in the other week's little fiasco¹, and into the bank to open a special account to hold the sponsorship money donated so far for the Great Head-Shaving Fund. If you haven't paid yet, cough up! Nearly £300 in there so far.
Home for a rest; the inoculation has really knocked the stuffing out of me. And half the doorkeys don't work. Wonderful.
Then off up town to Skeptics in the Pub for Alberto Bona's one-man play "I, Caravaggio". A crap turnout - there were only about eight of us - but the show was great fun and very educational. SITP regular Kim was conscripted as Jesus to show how one composition worked and Camilla became the angel who miraculously showed the illiterate St Matthew how to write the Gospel. Here's a reasonable writeup of a previous performance.
This was all over by 9:45, including a long question-and-answer session, so I (accompanied by an apprehensive Camilla) made my way up to the Xmas 'Ton at the Barley Mow, where the lovely
flickgc showered me in presents, bless her. Thanks! Camilla was pleased to discover cardboardnewman and others she knows from SITP; I may yet induce her to visit again.¹ Aaargh. "Fiasco." Name of a café in the bus terminal in Oslo, where I regularly used to go for a final coffee with Kjersti before getting the bus back to the airport. Meep.
