Written last night but posted
Written last night but posted today because of connection problems.
Gosh, it's a while since I've been up North - and yet it feels like five minutes. I'm not exactly back in my old stomping ground - my mother's moved since I left home - but it's close enough. And you know one unmistakable way of telling that you're in the North? You can get a bag of chips with *scraps*....
I had a dreadfully boring man sitting next to me on the train - he wanted to know if I was an academic, because apparently I've got a look of one, and when I said that I wasn't, he proceeded to tell me all about various academics he'd known, all of whom seem to be dead. I forbore to suggest that he may have bored them into early graves while sitting next to them on trains.