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I have just this morning taken delivery of Stargate SG-1 season 8 on DVD. I do like it when Play.com send stuff out just ahead of the official release date; for just under 48 hours there is always the slim chance that the release date will be put back and I will have my hands on an exclusive copy. It never happens, of course, but the possibility exists. Just. At least this time the Royal Mail delivered it to our door¹, even if it was at you're taking the piss o'clock this morning, meaning that when I woke up I realised that I would have to walk the er... 150 or so yards around the corner to the local despatch centre. Life is hard.

This afternoon I shall be mainly engaged in NWO writing. Although I am quite enjoying the current character, I feel the need to faff around for another hour or so before beginning. It gives me the illusion of free time, and I do so like to lounge around. That said, I must do something as I am out on the razz tonight with various people sans LJ and tomorrow ex-pat par excellence and ex-housemate, drjohnsilence is in town for a short time, which means the inevitable trip back to Clapham (I swear that place exerts some kind of gravitational pull on me; I may orbit further from it as time goes by, but I never seem quite able to reach escape velocity).

Oh well, off to piddle about awhiles and then back to the keyboard. ellistar, I expect a bribe of some sort, otherwise this afternoon's writing will be nasty and vicious. Oh sod it, it will be anyway, muh hah haaaa....

And Ziggy Played Guitar...

¹Those of you with better memories and nothing else to divert you may remember the pantomime I had around this time last year trying to take delivery of season 7...

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I have just this morning taken delivery of Stargate SG-1 season 8 on DVD. I do like it when Play.com send stuff out just ahead of the official release date; for just under 48 hours there is always the slim chance that the release date will be put back and I will have my hands on an exclusive copy. It never happens, of course, but the possibility exists. Just. At least this time the Royal Mail delivered it to our door¹, even if it was at you're taking the piss o'clock this morning, meaning that when I woke up I realised that I would have to walk the er... 150 or so yards around the corner to the local despatch centre. Life is hard.

This afternoon I shall be mainly engaged in NWO writing. Although I am quite enjoying the current character, I feel the need to faff around for another hour or so before beginning. It gives me the illusion of free time, and I do so like to lounge around. That said, I must do something as I am out on the razz tonight with various people sans LJ and tomorrow ex-pat par excellence and ex-housemate, drjohnsilence is in town for a short time, which means the inevitable trip back to Clapham (I swear that place exerts some kind of gravitational pull on me; I may orbit further from it as time goes by, but I never seem quite able to reach escape velocity).

Oh well, off to piddle about awhiles and then back to the keyboard. ellistar, I expect a bribe of some sort, otherwise this afternoon's writing will be nasty and vicious. Oh sod it, it will be anyway, muh hah haaaa....

And Ziggy Played Guitar...

¹Those of you with better memories and nothing else to divert you may remember the pantomime I had around this time last year trying to take delivery of season 7...