A manifestation of perseverence.

I'm concerned my readership has dropped considerably since my return. I have very much brought this upon myself by 'quitting' last September, but it seems that I will have to start from scratch again to build up a group of commited readers. Nevertheless, I shall persevere, like a headstrong tortoise crossing the M5, partly because I note that my brother has restarted his and I just don't like being outdone.

Currently (well not currently, right now I'm writing this - aka procrastinating) I'm trying to get bits of dissertation, reading and general sorting out before next weekend when Hazel and I are heading to my big Bro's wedding in York. Very much looking forward to it, but definitely need to polish my shoes before then. This will be my fourth wedding in less than a year, with a fifth that we're both going to in the fair land of Northern Ireland in three weeks. It's a good way of making my suit feel loved.

My trip to Arnos Vale was useful, I got a couple of case studies noted and so on, but I didn't stay long. James' prediction that I wouldn't last an hour there proved correct...its kind of a slightly overwhelming place somehow - particularly since bits of it are still in use - so after a half an hour I felt the need to leave.
Incidentally, i've had some very amusing reactions to my choice of dissertation topic (to do with childhood death in victorian literature, for those of you who haven't been following), the most common being a look of abject concern followed by a notable desire to get as far away as possible. It was dissapointing, however, that the topic didn't come up at the barbers earlier today, though gratifyingly we did talk about the weather.

Other notable things which have recently happened include Irish Natasha's brief visit to Exeter complete with basque hat (it has a real name but I've completely forgotten it) and the Frontiers baptisms yesterday afternoon - including the one and only Jon Salter.

Thats about all for now. It hasn't been the most interesting of posts, but sometimes my creative brain seems to freeze, you see and like I said I'm trying to persevere with this blog malarky. Words of encouragement always welcome.