Meeting a true celebrity

Yesterday I had the pleasure of meeting the wonderful Augustine, who blogs, with Natalie, at Blaugustine. There is even photographic evidence on Natalie's blaug that not only were we both there, but we'd dressed using our special ESP-blogger powers.

Both Augustine and Natalie were quite stunning, and we had wonderful tea and croissants, and lovely conversation, though it can be a little hard to chat there without stopping mid-sentence every few minutes to remark on the amazing alternate realities hanging on the walls / sitting on shelves etc.

In the photos you can see that I am clutching my copies of The Joy of Letting Women Down and Augustine's True Confession ... signed of course. Wonderful. True Confession is an intense read. Somewhere between postsecret and a philosophy course text book. I am normally a fast reader, skimming and scanning at high speed. Now I am arrested by single phrases ... Without images there is no proof that a particular feeling ever happened at all. ... and I'm off into the depths of my own head, chasing connections that divide like amoebas.

You can buy a copy via a link on Blaugustine. Do it. Do it. You won't regret it (unless you are very very busy with important deadlines, in which case maybe you should put it off for a while because this book possesses time-machine properties, and Augustine and Natalie cannot be held fully responsible for any loss of earnings incurred during the reading of this journal).

I left feeling very enthusiastic about my drawing class which was due to begin tonight. Was. Not is. They've f'ing cancelled it (sorry mum). I will try to find another class but they are all full and they won't know til next week whether some people have dropped out. Very disappointing! Luckily I have a couple of good books to occupy my time and attention instead.