It is fiercely hot. I won’t be heading out for a while. I also have a mead delivery on the way from Horns Of Odin. Hopefully it won’t boil in the van. Did I mention it’s FUCK OFF HOT?
I joined the BFI, because I’ve decided I should go to London and watch more films.
The mead has arrived!
STATUS: Tropical nights mean poor sleep even with a fan and a standing AC unit blasting.
READING: THE KILLER’S MARK, MW Craven (UK) (US+)
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