I turn around and suddenly I’ve had this account for more than a year, and I’ve got over 3K pageviews. These things like to creep up on you ( and hush to any of you who want to point out that it was the better part of a month ago that this account turned 1 year old). Anyway, thanks all, and, well, sorry I haven’t got much to show for it.

Anyway, next on the agenda: A very large thank you to *ebony66136 for the incredible literature tag. Once again, you’re awesome, lass

Now, a brief update. Having made it through London without being shot by any armed police (long story), I’m now on my Easter holiday, which means the best part of a month away from uni. The first week of that is almost gone, and I’m not likely to be around much for what’s left of that first week, but some catching up and some new submissions may well take place at some point. I’m sorry about the rather tentative, noncommittal tone, but having made that promise and failed to keep it in the past, I’m going to try a different approach. I have a lot of random bits and pieces for both Fortune and Graviton scattered around, so some of these may be polished and lugged into my gallery in the near future.

Right, onto more random topics (always fun). I can now say with pride that I have walked through the London Underground with two swords strapped to my back, and survived. It’s always a slightly surreal experience when you remember that the bag slung across your shoulder technically contains weapons. Ok, I’ll be honest, they were only fencing kit (in dire need of repair, at that), but still, it’s quite an odd feeling, matched only by the expressions of the commuters and tourists you have to fight your way past to reach your train.

Speaking of fencing, I can now say I have fenced in an international Universities competition, and to make matters better, I didn’t get thrashed (well, not completely). Another somewhat surreal few days, not least of all due to the total and utter lack of competence wielded by the event’s organisers as if it were an offensive weapon. The fencing was brilliant, the fact the organiser’s couldn’t even organise a party in their own university (which was indirectly responsible for the British teams being threatened with the arrest by the Gendarmerie), was not. Plus the hotel we were staying in was in the absolute middle of nowhere – the only other buildings in sight were a small industrial estate and a restaurant grill – which happened to have a stuffed, six-legged cow attached to the ceiling inside. As I said, it was somewhat surreal.

On that note, I think I’ll move on, wish everyone a Happy Easter, and go and prod a few pieces of writing.