Bits. Stuff.

The Thursday Cthulhu people may be interested in the Wikipedia biog of Jomo_Kenyatta.

NMA tonight . . . but various bits of work to do first. Writers' Bloc last night was good, especially Hal Duncan's Peter-Pan story. I should probably consider buying his book. My tongue still feels a bit odd after yesterday's curry (Thai Lemongrass, Bruntsfield - rather good).

( Egowank )

Greyfriars Bobby.

I'm puzzled by a report in The Scotsman that a new film version of this story - featuring the excellent Christopher Lee, although sadly not in the title role - is more true to life than the previous version, because they've consulted the historical records concerning events.

The impression I had was that there were no such records, because it was only ever a sentimental Victorian story about a loyal pet dog and (Hoots mon och aye) Bonnie Scotland. Some years back, I know that someone went through Greyfriars' records to see if anyone matching the usual names had been buried there around the right time - there hadn't, of course.

Oh, and on a more sensible note there's this nice piece on Maes Howe as well.

Adios, amoebas.

Well, that's that. Officially. Actually I'll be back at some point next week to have a chat with Nick and do anything left undone, assuming I can fit it in around the christmas shopping.

And once they realised I was off, they got me a Sleater-Kinney album - the way to a man's heart, after all, is under the ribcage and up through the diaphragm.