Christmas markets to drink hot wines and look at *stuff.* We ended up at the Retro Bar for a pub quiz, brilliant fun even though we only came in 4th (out of 5.) I think we may do it again in January. See, that's where the UK win. Pub quizes are awesome.
Tuesday evening I received an e-mail from a journalist with the Observer regarding Talk Talk Hell. She wanted to chat with me, which is cool. The conversation on Wednesday was pretty brief but I thought good. A lot of it was about the various issues regarding ISPs. Apparently Carphone Warehouse customers aren't the only ones currently suffering.
Toward the end of the conversation she mentioned something interesting, would I be willing to have my photograph taken?
'Oh dear.' I thought. I think I must have shrieked to everyone, cache and photographer included that I needed to clean my house.
Thankfully I had a few hours to do a mad rush around, hide evidence of my station as High Priestess of the people who drink a lot of wine and hate cleaning and wash my hair. By time the photographer arrived, things looked somewhat sensible... or at least a little less like frat boys live here.
He took a lot of photos. What I'm hoping is, if they use it (they said they will but I'm a pessimist) the photo looks more like this:
And less like what I usually look like:
The photo is supposed to be out tomorrow. I'm frightened.
All things considered, I'd say this week was fairly successful. I'm pretty excited about being in the Observer and not for commiting any crimes or scaling palace walls.