I’ve just finished The Handmaid’s Tale, which now takes its place as the twelfth and almost certainly the last fiction book I’ll read this year. One a month: it’s not bad, I suppose, even if it doesn’t feel like much. And they were good books!
I don’t have time to write loads, because (a) I have to begin my review of the year before there is no year any more and (b) – the ‘normal’ option – I’ve got to dash off later to rendezvous with Abi, Oliver, Owen (& further unknowns) to see a Christmas show at the Globe, which should be fun fun fun. (Or ‘a family feast of carnival, comedy and Christmas cheer’, if you’d prefer.) So, briefly, two fun festive events! The first was a pub gig this Thursday past with Joshua, Niamh and Simon – situated in Archway, in the middle of a mysteriously byzantine road system and surrounded at the time by a snowstorm – which ended, as you can see, in some inspired dancing:
On the way home, after a chip/pita bread detour (tssht, Niamh, hummus is no match for ketchup), a momentous turning-of-the-tectonic-plate-tables took place, wherein the route of the last bus got me home before the Kilburn/Queens Park-dwellers. Mwha! And in fact, the buses were also relatively kind to us coming back from Secret Vegetarian Festive Dinner (Mach II) on Saturday night / Sunday morning. This was a most worthy sequel to last year’s event, once again very generously hosted by Abbi considering the level of carpet destruction which takes place, with another round of Secret Tikoloshe in which I acquired a pleasingly large box of Celebrations from Alice. (Thanks!) I have rather a lot of photos I’d like to include, which normally draws complaints, but please be assured that I could have posted pictures that were a lot, lot worse
Christmas is coming, breakfast is at Jack’s
Merlin freed a dragon and Bill Compton’s coming back
Christian’s a space scientist, so here’s a Paradox for you
How are we going to hope without Tennant in Doctor Who?!