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Monthly Archives: August 2012
The husband-shape and I are now back on Roundworld, after having fun at the Discworld Convention. Truly, it’s wonderful to escape the real world every couple of years and catch up with old friends whilst meeting new ones. The Discworld … Continue reading
Today was the day that I was filmed for a documentary to promote epilepsy awareness. I had actually been incredibly nervous, but three lovely people (plus one adorable toddler) turned up on the doorstep and completely put me at ease. … Continue reading
Yet again, I’m trying to fit a couple of weeks into a few days! We’re packing for the Discworld Convention (heading off Friday morning). I’ve packed all of my Doctor Who t-shirts, my wedding gown (because it’s the kind of … Continue reading
As promised, here is my current progress on my Jo Grant Day Of The Daleks outfit. Jo’s outfit looks like this: So far I have this: The blouse is still too long, but I’m working on that, and the left … Continue reading
In the last hour I recieved a call from Epilepsy Action, which I am still recovering from. They have asked me to be in a film. Me, film, boosting the signal for Epilepsy Awareness to a whole new target audience! … Continue reading
Sorry for the radio silence recently; I’m catching up with all the emails (several thousand!) and blogs that I possibly can – and have learned my lesson for neglecting my inbox and WordPress. Never again, aside from when I’m at … Continue reading
How Did I Meet My Ex-Husband Anyway? He was on a street corner late at night, guitar in hand and singing his heart out. A lonely busker, out past midnight in the hope that clubbers would drop him some money.