Posting for the sake of posting

You know you're a little bit screwed in the head when, whilst reading Mark Steel's latest book, you cry when he leaves the Socialist Worker Party but not at the failure of his marriage.

So, the last few months have been weird - not neccessarily bad - but unsettling in number of ways. A random summing up follows:

The job is still fantastic, athough a bit unnerving in that people keep calling me "dynamic" and knowing my name even though I've never met them and allowing me to just *do* things without clearing it with someone, you know, responsible.

My birthday was uneventful, but I continue to still love being this age - I really don't understand all this "oh, I'm getting old, isn't it terrible?" crap. Maybe it's just that my teenaged years sucked beyond measure, so everything will always be on an upward trajectory.

I appear to have a hitherto unrealised talent for discourse analysis, and had my research proposal accepted without condition - it means the next year's academic stuff is sorted.

I had a quite scary medical condtion, involving emergency appointments and a consultant saying it was either really serious or "something I hadn't seen since training". Thankfully it was the latter.

There's some depressing family stuff and generally confusing personal things going on that I'd like to stop sometime soon

Both my cats remain excellent

What I need is some sucessful South Africans, Supernatural to stop going on random hiatus, some time to watch Series three of The Thick of It, and to start planning my summer excursion and the Next Big Expedition.