Disaster on the train! Thought I'd brought enough books, but stupidly packed volume 1 instead of 2 of "Time's Tapestry", so ended up with nearly two hours to kill. Hence a long rambling handwritten blog entry to type up.
Digital camera advice
So teenage cousin I mentioned before is interested in photography, has been to a workshop or two, but doesn't have a camera of his own. Can anyone recommend a digital camera, around the £100 mark, suitable for a beginner, but who might get interested in the more advanced stuff?
Don't really want to spend too much money as he has a pretty chaotic life: suspect it's not likely to last too long without being lost or stolen. Ideally should be available on Amazon.co.uk.
What I'm Reading
Finished "Globalization and its Discontents" by Joseph Stiglitz Be another long review, so all you global macroecononics fans will just have to contain your suspense.
What I'm Reading 2
Finished Three Days to Never by Tim Powers. Cleverly done, features a carefully worked out supernatural system. Magic-using spies and secret societies compete for a McGuffin and a father-daughter family in the 1980s (there's some time travel as well). Also features a classically disturbing Tim Powers touch, an embittered, alcoholic older version of the father, journeying back in time to kill the daughter he thinks has ruined his life.
Should have been really good, but for some reason couldn't get into it. Found it hard to remember which of the psychic heavies was which. Could maybe have done with a bit of trimming too.
Met up with yet another cousin I hadn't seen for years: this time with a better excuse since he's emigrated to Melbourne, Australia. Seems to have gone pretty native: has picked up some of the accent and talks about Australians as "us" and "we". Also has an odd belief that single malt whisky is more pretentious than wine. Hah, bloody spitter-outers. Seems to be having a great time over there though: he's into fishing and all that nature stuff they seem to have out there.
Got slightly too drunk with the guys though. Dammit, they sell alcohol-free beer: can't they sell de-veritased vino?
On the train back found myself turning even more into Victor Meldrew. Badgered a two-seat hogger, and ended up asking a girl who was using her phone in the Quiet Carriage not too. Mind you, lots of other people were glaring, sighing and fidgeting; just not saying anything. I think if I'm going to do this I ought to get rewarded for it. Maybe they could give me a complementary Acting Over Sixty-Five Bus Pass?
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