....is calling my name from distant Aberdeen. Knowing the fun of the overnight train, which is taking me into exile, I've cheered myself up with a series 4 boxset, even before the first paycheck kicks in, for emergency topping-up before I go. So, anybody up (very) north who sees a short female with pencils in her hair wandering round the Granite City for the next couple of weeks muttering 'AND WESLEY THOUGH HE HAD PROBLEMS', come over and say hello. Steerage to nice pubs would also be good. Arrgh!

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:lmao: :thumbsup: Nice one!

Thaks Maria- well, I'm here and it's stopped raining, so things could be worse. :rolleyes:

Another Dodgy Manuscript... I have to ask, what is it you do?

Ah. Right now, in my secret identity as a feral academic, I'm glaring at a bunch of seventeenth century vicar's diaries, deciphering the olde-worlde handwriting and computering the results. Today we had mackerel-fishing and Quaker-torturing (I cound NOT make this up!).

All that's missing is Moloch - and I've only been at it 3 days.

Thank you for asking- :yahoo:

I guessed that your job would have something to do with language, because of your rich use of such when you post. I thought maybe you were a writer.

What you are doing sounds very interesting, though I appreciate that it might be painstaking w**k, reading other people's hand writing can be difficult. I transcribed part of my grandfather's diary some time ago. He was a sailor on a destroyer in the first world war, and was in the battle of Jutland. The diary is full of rather dry references to people and places, and his entry after the battle is very British in its understatement of his feelings. The history and stories of ordinary people is one of my abiding interests.

I hope you have found yourself a nice pub to pass away your leisure hours in your time of Buffylessness.

Wow! I'm totally impressed by you and your grandad (I've got my grandad's Soldier's Own Diary from 1917- four entries only- day he was shipped abroad, day he got shot at Ypres, day he got shipped home- and my nana's birthday: they were just engaged at the time) Could beat Oz in the laconic olympics any day.

And thanks for asking- no goods pub yet, but currently at friends' in the countryside for the w/end. and outside quite a lot of effective red biddy.

And writer- yes, a bit, a couple of pantomimes under the belt, and the proofs of my first scarey academic bool burning a hole through my desk in London 600 miles away while I deal with the loony Scots vicar... maybe it's the trainee wordsmith in me that finds so much to enjoy in Mr Whedon. :thumbsup: