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Anyway. I had a great weekend. I got the train to London about 12-ish on Friday, and K was going to meet me, but her temp agency called at the last minute, and she had work, so I went back to my back-up plan: wandering around the British Museum. Which I love. I went to the Timepieces room, and saw the lovely clockwork, and almost broke an exhibit with my head, but managed to stop myself. I went to a lovely little room where they had sort of medieval pottery and pendants, and was told by the guard to turn my MP3 player off, because he could hear it across the room. Which I didn't think anyone could since I got it. But there you go. They still have the lovely Rosetta Stone wall plaque, even if I can't afford it. And I'd just wandered into a lovely big room and was reading about conchology, when K called and I set off back to hers.

Then the next day, we went on a walk with wolves. ( Walking with wolves )

( Pictures, probably quite big )

And then on Sunday, I came back into London, and met up with Cee, and she took me to a Cuban restaurant and bought me lunch. I took about three hours to eat mine, and that's not really that at much of an exaggeration. It was both difficult to chew, and delicious. And Cee was lovely. I almost had a Cuba Libre, but decided against it. And then I hard to dash, and probably wouldn't have if Cee hadn't sort of said I should, and it's a good thing she did because I ended up getting my train with about 4 minutes to spare. And then I came back. It was a great weekend. GREAT.

So. Anyway. I was in London yesterday. Worked a half day on Friday, took a train down, went to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, y'know. Tried not to collapse from heat. Mostly succeeded. Jackets, it turned out, were not necessary.

Anyway. ( Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds )

And I managed to get the semi-last tube back to Cee's. Hurrah. Yesterday, I woke up pretty early and set out again to go see the British Museum. By the time I found a cafe that would give me beans on toast, wandered through a couple of music stores looking for Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds albums, gone to a shop looking for something I'd seen in Islington the last time I was there and caught the tube, it wasn't quite as early as it had been, but there you go. I went to Russell Square station, checked my handy pocket map, went through Russell Square and the P.G. Wodehouse Summer Picnic, and found I was pretty much there. ( The British Museum ) And then I had to go, because my train was at five o'clock-ish. But I don't think you could do it all in a day anyway, and I had a pretty great time while I was there. I'd love to go again at some point, preferably without a huge backpack.

I managed to make it well in time rather than at the last possible second or missing it completely. And then I came home. And then I went out again to see Where In The World Is Osama Bin Laden? Which is good, though I thought some of the stuff at the beginning was a bit cheesy. And I don't think I took a lot of it in, properly, but most of it, and it was interesting. It's a good film, and I quite love Morgan Spurlock. And my God, Israel is fucking scary, at least the part of it he went to. The Jewish part. There's a good chance I don't really understand properly about Israel, but if you see the film you'll know what I mean.

And then today I had to do all the jobs I didn't do yesterday. Except not all of them, because my feet were killing me. But mostly I think I'm good.

It's been a week since Iron Man was released, and people still aren't writing Tony Stark/Obadiah Stane slash. What's up with that?

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