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A whole gaggle have just flown past, leaving from the lake and wheeling to pass back overhead, honking merrily.
Meanwhile, today's Doonesbury can be found here and is worth a peek.
It is apparently 851 miles from John O'Groats to Land's End. How long's midsummer, again?
I spent the weekend in Reading, of all places, with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
araqnid et al (being Sue, Terence and Eleanor in this case). Saturday night involved a mondo overgrown shopping centre which grandiosely refers to itself as "The Oracle". There's a "social centre" buried within it that consists entirely of franchised outlets - Chili's, Pizza Hut, MacDonald's, the Slug and Lettuce and similar soulsucking emporia. If the company hadn't been good, I think I would have thrown myself into the river - the Kennet flows through it, giving it the only trace of individuality to be found. Still, I ventured into a Chili's and nobody tried to pick a fight with me, which made it vastly better than the last time I did. And somebody had heard of a friend's revolutionary granddad, which is nice.
Come the revolution I'm going to have the place bulldozed.
Hmm. Anyone know where I could borrow a 1210 (or rough equivalent) for the weekend?
Meanwhile, today's Doonesbury can be found here and is worth a peek.
It is apparently 851 miles from John O'Groats to Land's End. How long's midsummer, again?
I spent the weekend in Reading, of all places, with
araqnid et al (being Sue, Terence and Eleanor in this case). Saturday night involved a mondo overgrown shopping centre which grandiosely refers to itself as "The Oracle". There's a "social centre" buried within it that consists entirely of franchised outlets - Chili's, Pizza Hut, MacDonald's, the Slug and Lettuce and similar soulsucking emporia. If the company hadn't been good, I think I would have thrown myself into the river - the Kennet flows through it, giving it the only trace of individuality to be found. Still, I ventured into a Chili's and nobody tried to pick a fight with me, which made it vastly better than the last time I did. And somebody had heard of a friend's revolutionary granddad, which is nice.Come the revolution I'm going to have the place bulldozed.
Hmm. Anyone know where I could borrow a 1210 (or rough equivalent) for the weekend?
