Thursday

Today was an early start with my Dickens/Collins seminar, and by dint of instant coffee I was able to remain awake throughout and even say one (1) thing that elicited a characteristic table-slapping reaction of approval from our tutor, in spite of having spent the previous evening partaking of Wii Sports, muddy-looking cocktails, curry and jazz. We discussed love triangles and cannibalism on Arctic explorations, and afterwards the other Victorianists and I wrestled with the photocopier and talked about going here for a class outing. Shaun and I went into town, but failed to sort out either his Halloween costume or his love life (for my part, the Halloween costume at least is DONE. Basically a mass of pink tulle and body glitter, with some fake blood thrown in). I went home and got caught up on "Little Dorrit" via BBC iPlayer - which I'm enjoying, particularly the intense social awkwardness and the ineffectual, very slightly chubby, completely un-Darcyesque Matthew Macfadyen - and then went on a bit of an iPlayer tear and realised that my policy of supporting Richard Armitage's every endeavour means I'm going to have to start watching "Spooks". Now I'm sleepy and pyjamaed and interested only in green tea, "A Tale of Two Cities", and resting up for tomorrow. Happy day-before-Halloween.