the arctic circle
Some funny old geezer at the BL started talking to me months ago, while I was looking up for reference books... don't know why. Claiming that he was a Oxbridge historian, and have engaged in chit chat with Blair Worden in the men's room (I so don't need to know that--Afterwards could not stop imagining two old scholars talking and peeing, ewh!), he somehow got me into reading his published essay on Shakespeare. Today I finally returned the piece back; not at all interested in giving any comments.
It's too damn cold inside here.
Yesterday on my way way there, newspaper stands had headlines that read: Siamese Twins Drama. On my way home, it changed to Siamese Twins Tragedy. You can learn a lot about people's live and death on this route.
Our department is the breeding-ground of media whores, whilst self rates 94 on the media Guardian top 100.