Unless I'm tired. I'd hate to give the impression that I'm some kind of walking zombie, but y'know, it's been a busy week. Got over the jet lag, then there was work that needed doing, because Christmas is a good time of year for all sorts of horrible people to do horrible things, because no-one's paying attention, and I like to try and find out what's been going on. Nothing too rotten seems to have happened this year, although I note that the British government continues it's attempts to fuck over young people and the poor, which is nice.
I had my Dad sprung on me briefly over Christmas, which was, well, I'll present you with his opening line to me:
"I hear you've joined the nazi freemasons, Amerikan scum."
He's old, and evil, and smells like he's already dead. But on the bright side, he's worked out who really killed Kennedy and he knows where all the bits of Jimmy Hoffa are buried, so he's not totally useless.
I saw me sister Romany and her partners too, and they're still weirder than anyone else I know, but at least they don't smell.
The books have been... illuminating, Emma - thanks. Personally, I think it could be boiled down to "they're bloody minded bastards, who are alternately too devious and too stupid to live", but I can't play Scrabble with the letters after me name, so what do I know?