Over the last few days, I have oft been experiencing a paradoxical state dependant associative phenomenon. That is, déjà vu. See, the coming weekend shall see a repeat of The Week That They Were Writers. Only this time, it shall be bigger, and much much better. This time, undeterred by the 17hour journey (a result of not having a driver among us) five of us shall ascend upon the unsuspecting peoples of Ardanaeskan, armed with laptops, warm waterproof clothing, enough tea to quench the thirsts of thousands, and a rather warped collective humour. I can’t wait.
In the mean time, I should really stop watching star trek and knuckle down to some work, before getting hopelessly drunk with old friends as I stop off in Leeds on the way up North.
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