July 12th, 2005


I'm going in and I'm going in full throttle

In 20 minutes I'm heading to the station to catch a train to London, where it's apparently going to be 30 degrees.  In Texas this wouldn't be a problem, because you'dmove from air-conditioned house to air-conditioned mall via air-conditioned car.  In London I'll be moving from boiling outside to muggy inside via exploding transport.  The nearest I'm likely to get to air-conditioning is the occasional slowly spinning fan.

I'm travelling as light as humanly possible - I'm down to see Los Parentes on Thursday, so I'm going to use their washing facilities and only carry clothes for Wednesday/Thursday and reuse them for Friday/Saturday.  This may even allow me space to take down "Extreme Programming Adventures in C#" for some light reading.

Brief travel plan:
Tonight - DrFlickta's place. 
Tomorrow, Nine Inch Nails with brother drainboy
Thursday, Devon with the parents. 
Friday, back up to drainboy (possibly with surliminal.
Saturday,recovering from Friday. Sunday, back up to Scotland.

Right, now to get a few songs onto the MP3 player, then I can run away to the southlands.
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I arrived in London a mere twenty minutes late, after enduring a fairly comfortable train journey down (the third carriage I checked had almost no people _and_ working air conditioning, a delightful combination). However, my best laid plans were then thrown entirely askew by the Kings Cross tube station still being closed - how long can it take to scrape up the bits? Possibly I should have delayed my journey somewhat to pop down and lend a hand with a spatchelor.

Anyway, I was forced to detour via ThamesLink to London Bridge, and then break that journey in half when there was another security alert that meant I had to change at Moorgate. All in all a less than fun experience, meaning that I arrived at Canada Water somewhat warm and sticky. Fortunately flick's directions were most excellent, so I was able to track down the shared Plokta household in fairly short order and relax while drplokta made some rather delicious pasta 'n' bacon. I then read comics and engaged in occasional conversation, then got taken on a lovely walk around the surrounding area - it's the old London docks, now converted into a series of oblong lakes with connecting canals. We admired the various ducks, grebes, swans and terns and I got a good look at the area, which was a nice one (except for being in London, of course).

Then back to the flat, where they both busied themselves with official WorldCon business while I read Reinventing Comics, which (so far) isn't as good as Understanding Comics, but is still interesting,

I'm delighted to note that everyone who's seen NIN live has loved them, so providing their drummer doesn't break his arm (like last time I attempted to see them) I'm rather looking forward to tomorrow night.