Random

I was preparing dinner with Hannah on Sunday when she remarked (after a particularly inflection-heavy rant on Catalan people) that I am 'more Scouse than ever'. Readers, I am perplexed: I know one Scouser (Liverpudlian to some of you) in the whole of this city and rarely see him. I had hoped that working with ze French and der Germans and that sexy smooth Italian guy each day might imbibe me with some Continental je ne sais quoi, but alas! Scouse I remain.

I have so much to tell you, LJ. Except that it's all very dramatic and quite irritating, so instead I hope to post about the countless wonderful (and few rubbish) books I have devoured of late. Tomorrow, perhaps.

There's little else worthwhile to report. The Merce festival is coming up this week, though! The Hives are the headline band for this year, so there will be a report on them this Saturday. Or Sunday, when sober, whichevs.

Here, have some Scouseness:

In other news, I am experimenting with my home phone to see how long it will work if not placed on the handset. Five nights and counting!