Mad dogs and Englishmen...
Jul. 15th, 2003 03:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liadnanApparently the bookies have cut the odds on the temperature hitting 100 in London this week (I make no apologies for the fact I think in F incidentally). I'm not sure they aren't too late, though word is this is the last of it.
Anyway, I'd consider this a pretty good day sun-wise if I were somewhere Mediterranean. Stuck in central London trying to work on a trial for next week it's somewhat less pleasant. However, I've actually spent most of the day so far in the shady recesses of Court 35 in the RCJ listening to a very abstruse case, in what used to be called the Motions Court but is now called the Applications Court because that's more with it and "relevant".
I lie. I've spent most of the day half-asleep in Court 35. Nevermind. I wasn't actually involved in the case, it's just semi-relevant to something.
I have this funny feeling that I shall make an executive decision to end my working day at around 5 (instead of the more usual 7) today, and find somewhere in Primrose Hill with gin, tonic, and a beer garden. And ice. Oh yes, there shall be ice.
Currently reading: The Athenian Murders. The most self-consciously and deliberately up its own arse novel I have ever come across, I think. I don't think I remember any other novel that quite obviously and precisely deconstructs itself in footnotes (let's face it, footnotes aren't that common in novels). I suppose Lawrence Norfolk's In the shape of a boar does something not too different. The distinction is that In the shape of a boar is so turgid it's unreadable, whereas this is rather fun, if you like that kind of thing.
Oh, and re-reading The death and life of Miguel de Cervantes, Stephen Marlowe. I have never knowingly met anyone else who's read this, which is a shame, because I love it.
Anyway, I'd consider this a pretty good day sun-wise if I were somewhere Mediterranean. Stuck in central London trying to work on a trial for next week it's somewhat less pleasant. However, I've actually spent most of the day so far in the shady recesses of Court 35 in the RCJ listening to a very abstruse case, in what used to be called the Motions Court but is now called the Applications Court because that's more with it and "relevant".
I lie. I've spent most of the day half-asleep in Court 35. Nevermind. I wasn't actually involved in the case, it's just semi-relevant to something.
I have this funny feeling that I shall make an executive decision to end my working day at around 5 (instead of the more usual 7) today, and find somewhere in Primrose Hill with gin, tonic, and a beer garden. And ice. Oh yes, there shall be ice.
Currently reading: The Athenian Murders. The most self-consciously and deliberately up its own arse novel I have ever come across, I think. I don't think I remember any other novel that quite obviously and precisely deconstructs itself in footnotes (let's face it, footnotes aren't that common in novels). I suppose Lawrence Norfolk's In the shape of a boar does something not too different. The distinction is that In the shape of a boar is so turgid it's unreadable, whereas this is rather fun, if you like that kind of thing.
Oh, and re-reading The death and life of Miguel de Cervantes, Stephen Marlowe. I have never knowingly met anyone else who's read this, which is a shame, because I love it.
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Date: 2003-07-17 07:37 am (UTC)You'll be lucky to find ity new I'm afraid. It took Blackwells six months to find a copy in a warehouse somewhere, I'd actually forgotten I'd ordered it.