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Day 7: EdinburghWell now. My week in London has ended and I have arrived in Scotland. The past few days in London were lovely. Monday night I forwent swing dancing and went out to dinner with John instead. This was mostly in the interest of my feet who are entirely displeased that I should suddenly […]

I found an internet cafe where I can get an hour of internet for the price of a half hour at the other place. Oh, ha ha ha. In other news, hotels are too damn expensive and I am way too slow in getting out today.

Y’all, this computer thing is going to die. I was happily clicking away with amusing (or at least not-depressing) little tales of my days and I had all this time in which to write, and then TA DA! The computer gave me not the blue screen of death, but rather the login screen. And the

6 minutes. Damn! Right. Up at 11, breakfast, then off to V&A museum. I wasn’t all that impressed with what we saw. Lots of plaster casts of artwork. It’s like seeing a poster of the Mona Lisa. Even though I know I’ve remarked on a number of occasions that most art looks just like every

6 minutes. Damn! Right. Up at 11, breakfast, then off to V&A museum. I wasn’t all that impressed with what we saw. Lots of plaster casts of artwork. It’s like seeing a poster of the Mona Lisa. Even though I know I’ve remarked on a number of occasions that most art looks just like every

8 minutes. Okay. Roller disco: MOST HILARIOUS THING EVER. Okay. Here’s how it goes. There are five kinds of people there:1. People who are good and have clearly done this before. They’re usually the ones who are employed by the club to keep people from getting run over when they fall on their ass. Fancy

Note about money: Aside from rent it seems remarkably cheap to live in London. If you take things as a 1:1 conversion (which is about right since an office worker doing something slightly more advanced than data entry could earn about £7/hour) then food is slightly cheaper (especially bottled water, hello, 70p/litre!) and clothes are

Twenty minutes. This thing is making me concise and a wicked fast typist. And less distracted! All good things, I think. I spent most of yesterday evening in bed reading and knitting and having some more beer. John came home around midnight and we spent an hour and a half swapping music on our computers.

I have 16 minutes so this’ll be quick. John is out to dinner with a former professor. They offered to let me join, but it would be a night of recollecting places I’ve never been to, people I don’t know, and situations at which I was not present. So I passed in order to have

Day 2: London: John’s flat (actually, an internet cafe) After a loud night’s sleep — curse you, busy road! — I got up, fought with the hotel’s wireless internet that showed full reception but gave no information. I had to give up after not too long, what with having to be out by 11am. Packed