Man, it’s good to be back in freezing foggy expensive London again…
Yup, we’re back from Madrid, which was enjoyable, but more because we made our own fun than because it was fun in itself. I’ll write a little more about it in the near future – right now my backpack still lies replete with unpacked clothes in my room, my mail is unread in my pigeon-hole, and my dinner is unchosen, unbought and uncooked in Tesco’s.
More notifications came from Django in my absence. And, of course, they’ve gotten snapped up now. Guess I’ll have to wait a little longer for Grandaddy’s The Sophtware Slump and Beck’s One Foot In The Grave.
In absolute shamelessness, maybe I should give pointers to my Django wishlist (to view it, enter my email address as found on this page) and my Amazon wishlist, just to lend a
grasping helping hand to anyone who has a burning desire to buy me a Christmas present. Of course, apart from the items listed in these, anything else from someone who takes the trouble to select a gift for the specific entity that is me (as opposed to generic catch-all type gifts like chocolates or toiletries) generally earns them much love and brownie points.