Earlier this week I bid on and won a book that OkapiPrincess had listed on ebay, (really, really gorgeous needlepoint). She came 'round for a visit tonight so I could pay her for it, in theory, and then she gave it to me as a belated birthday present! *happysqueak!* I have the best friends!
And then on top of that she gave me this gorgeous birthday card which is actually a mouse mask, a PPG poster (from Somerley) and two ribbony hair-tie thingies (pale purple with glittery purple stars, and purple with butterflies!). Okapi also gave me printouts of two fake book sleeves (to wrap around your porn and such so what you're reading will be outwardly acceptable to other commuters : ) They came from the Black Books site and if you haven't seen any of this Brit comedy you're missing a real (odd) treat.)
Here's the 'blurbs' from them:
Bastard Squad
Rob McCabe didn't know the meaning of fear. Sometimes he claimed to have sex with it, but he was dimly aware that this was a metaphor.
However, with his collection of guns and ability to climb over stuff, he was regarded as the best soldier and acrobat in the Midlands. But even grizzled, cynical Rob didn't reckon on the charms of Rita, an Indian ladyboy with a taste for the finer things in life...

and this from The Goblin Troll
After three weeks at Magic Academy, Papamama had just about managed her first spell - a fireball the size of a bee, that burned some string. It had taken her an hour, and she had bits of dried magic on her hands, which was beginning to smell. She thought about going to the toilet to wipe the magic off with a sponge, but she was so tired that she couldn't be bothered.
It was the beginning of a long year at the Magic Academy.

*rolling around laughing...*

I've started on the next chapter of Dystopia. I'm enjoying it immensly, it's evolving as I type and I'm glad to see those couple of years writing Professionals fan-fic had a definite advantage...