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Ah, sleep. So much better getting 10 hours rather than 6 every night.

Now for a catch up of things that aren't publishing related.

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In other news, I'm heading out to spend my first paycheque. It's something I've done with every new job, and, woo yay houpla, I'm financially ok to do the same now. I may have to show Leoghann Leake Street too: a quick look revealed that the artwork is still largely intact, which given the tagging prevalence is astonishing, and frankly some of it deserves to be drooled over at every opportunity.

I'll head to Grenade Art Exhibition tomorrow, I think. Happy days.

Why I fell in love with London again.

On the 211 bus to Waterloo for a rather good show taping (Envoy, if you're reading this, Liam Neeson's cock, and that is all), and this popped up in my view.

Yes, it's about as cliched as tea and bowler hats, but it's the first time I've ever seen it so close.

Where else would I get all this?