Cheesus. Am looking forward to a time in the future when I'll be able to plonk myself down at the computer and offer you, my devoted acolytes, more meditations upon stuffanothing. At the moment, though, I fear I am recovering from last weekend's excitements (going to Granada in Manchester on Saturday for University Challenge filming, and meeting the wonderful Mr Paxman) while trying to write my conference paper for next weekend, when I shall be off to Lancaster to talk about Oscar Wilde and T. S. Eliot.
Off to the British Library this Wednesday though, so I'm hoping hoping that will prove productive and useful... Essays all marked now, too - a big fat pile of 45 of them. If I never read another word on the 'timelessness' of literature, I'll consider myself a very fortunate rabbit, and the happiest of bummy bunnies.
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