The founder of Pizza Express died yesterday. Is this why everyone's suddenly talking about pizza?

When someone's chatting about having a facebook id for friends that their family doesn't know about, and you ask them what their name/id is on there so you can connect, and they change the subject, I guess that's a pretty sure sign they don't like you that much.

Lost sleep over remembering a couple of times in class, when I was reading out my stuff, and people laughed. I can't remember them laughing at anyone else's writing. Was mine unintentionally funny or just laughably awful?

I've been writing for my own pleasure for 40 years, but next week I'm going to get my first ever professional feedback from a published author. So I'm worried sick^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hpretty nervous

Friends who post photos of food that's made of dead mammals on facebook or ig, are not my best friends.

When you're indoors, cheering and chanting from a nearby football stadium sounds kind of like the sea.

I keep forgetting to reply to work emails. Is there a cross platform to-do list system that allows you to drag-n-drop emails into it?

that's odd... just received a refund from a secondhand bookseller via amazon, yet they claim to have dispatched that book 3 weeks ago and amazon claims it will arrive by next weekend.

Mind you, trying to use the train wifi, lots of apps were giving me warnings about SSL failures. So I guess TransPennineExpress were trying to do something very naughty with their http proxy.

Despite pressing exactly the same buttons on the ticket machine as usual, as far as I can tell, I ended up with a cheaper ticket. Turns out it’s only valid on cross-country trains. Never mind, they have free WiFi, unlike the mainline trains.

Sat on the back row in class yesterday. They young woman next to me went on facebook and skype every time the lecturer started talking. If she noticed, the lecturer must have thought she was taking very thorough notes.

Oh no. I finally caught a cold. With sneezing and everything.

For my critiquing group last week we both brought prose. This week we all brought poems. Which was nice.

The only work I did today was answering some phone calls and renewing an SSL certificate. If I was actually being paid some sort of salary, I would probably feel guilty about this.

Today I watched thirty or so smartly dressed people on horses milling about while the huntsman (resplendent in his scarlet jacket which posh people call "pink") tooted his horn to marshal a couple of dozen hounds to search every nook and cranny of the fields and riverbank nearby. They didn't find anything while I was watching, and I'm sure if they had found a fox, they wouldn't have chased it, because of course that would be illegal!

A work day. Attempting to understand what a customer really means as they unveil yet another last-minute new requirement.

Had a lovely chat with my personal tutor. So different to those awkward conversations with my undergraduate tutor or the intense, businesslike discussions with my PhD supervisor.

Thinking about going to my next seminar still does me a happy. I don't think it's anything to do with making me feel young again or putting me back in the mindset of being an 18-22 year old student again... it just feels right, learning and being challenged to think new ideas just feels right, like the sort of thing I should be doing with life and want to do.

The university appears to turn the heating off between 3-5pm. On days like today, the temperature in my room can drop several degrees in that time.

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