Book event was really, really good & interesting!

I didn’t get the chance to interview both authors we had invited properly, but I talked to T. for a while—actually, we sort of extended the official break by about half an hour, I think, by just mucking about outside the venue; whoops—which was great (not so much because he was casually smoking his spliff while I was casually quizzing him—don’t do the drugs, kids, even though getting weed in the Bremer Viertel is like popping ‘round to the newsagent), and I’m just going to email A. my questions later this week, I hope he won’t mind. I had no idea what the hell I was doing half the time, but it was fun!

This is the big project for which I’m supposed to write up a report about to send to the Robert Bosch Foundation we’d applied to about some financial backing—they like knowing where that money went to, so I’m compiling reviews of the event, and the interviews and stuff. That’s why I was really nervous about this thing, and about meeting the authors, but they were both brilliant. Yay!

In the Classical Detective Story in English Fiction seminar today, we’ll be having a Creative Writing Workshop with Dr Watson.

Like, seriously. He’s a retired lecturer and still close to the faculty. I groaned a little at the obvious title, but our regular lecturer seemed so proud of it that I can’t help finding it adorable anyway.

Let’s see if I’ll manage to get any proper writing done. Stay tuned.

I told my mum about that thing where someone turned one side of a door into the TARDIS and the other into 221B Baker St—

and yesterday, before I was leaving for work, we sat down for breakfast, and Mum was like, ‘Hey, do you think we can turn your outer door into 221B with styrofoam, plasticine, and some black and gold paint? … Let’s think about that and go look at pictures of the door in the series, then we can go to the DIY store and get some stuff.’

Me:

I ONLY MENTIONED IT IN PASSING, TO ILLUSTRATE THE AWESOMENESS OF FANDOM. THAT MOMENT WHEN YOUR MUM WANTS A 221B BAKER ST IN HER HOUSE AS MUCH AS YOU DO.

Can’t tell if friends of my parents’ son is just unfailingly polite and considerate, or a bit sweet on me.

I’m so genuinely bad at identifying these things in others, it’s like… what do you want? Who sent you? Who’s paying you? Tell me you already have a girlfriend so I don’t even need to wonder.

Crime Fiction lecturer announced we’d watch a bit of Sherlock: Series Two when we start on the original ACD stories in two weeks.

Me: 

Everyone else staring at me:

Lecturer:

Me: I SHALL CONVERT THE LOT OF YOU YET.

Oh Lord.

The German edition of Doctor Who Series 5.1 arrived today (I thought about getting it off amazon.uk and everything, but if it’s in both languages, I can also watch it with my mum, so: YAY), and it’s just like, THIS AIRED TWO YEARS AGO. FINALLY, SERIES FIVE INTRO ON MY TELLY. IN HD AND EVERYTHING. AND I’M STILL AS EXCITED AS I WAS WHEN IT PREMIERED.

Also, centuries late, I’ve got Adele’s albums (CDs are always kinda last on my list, so the money goes different places first…) and a Quick Read (Doctor Who: Magic of the Angels). Yes, good.