One of life's pilgrims

Had a very pleasant evening - left work a bit early, popped into London, met Sarah (very briefly) and avonette, to whom I gave a slashzine which is useful research for her PhD and also contains much B7-related slashy goodness. We had a bite to eat at Pizza Hut on Piccadilly Circus before retiring to her place for drinks and more slash chat and watching B7 vids on Youtube. 'Twas a bit of a mini-slashbash, and great fun.

avonette mentioned the Festival of Venice, which a.) put me in mind of Rondo Veneziano (and I managed to dig up the vid for La Serenissima on Youtube, which was rather joyous as I've not seen it since...ooh, about 1983); and b.) reminded me of the fact that Venice is one of Those Places that I'd love to take Sarah to (that's "take her to" as opposed to just "go to with her") - others include Prague for Christmas markets and a Welsh Six Nations match at the Millennium Stadium.

One day.

Speaking of Sarah, her back problems have flared up rather nastily - prayers and general good vibes would be highly appreciated.

I got home from avonette's rather late last night, and am now knackered. Despite that, the plan for tonight is: driving lesson after work, then to mum's for fish and chips, and then out to a quiz at the local grammar school. Looking forward to that. Less looking forward to not seeing the last episode of Torchwood as it goes out. I mean, yes, Tim and I'll be taping it, and probably watching it as soon as we get home, but it's not the same.

And I gather there's something to look forward to on the tellybox tomorrow evening. Can't think what... *g*

David.