I know I'm in my own world... it's okay, they know me here

Anyone up for a Night Safari at the British Museum? Sounds kick-ass, right? It would have to be May, though, as I'm in San Diego in July. Also, it's a Monday night, if that's a problem for anyone.

So this week inmemorybound and I have been to see two movies - The Lovely Bones and Legion.


( The Lovely Bones: lost a lot of its wonder when it moved from page to screen. )

( Legion: pretty much Terminator with angels. )

It is so hot here, I think I might DIE. It is never not windy in Liverpool. Unless, of course, you are baking alive in your room and the window is restricted so you can only open it a little bit.

( So on Wednesday I went to see X-men Origins: Wolverine with my sole remaining flatmate before I go home tomorrow morning. Spoilers ahoy! )

While waiting on the tran platform to go in for the pre-release book party in London at the HP Con I caught sight of a pale, bald man down the platform and before conscious thought my brain screamed "VOLDEMORT! AARGH!" before I realised that no, it was just some bald guy in a suit. But genuinely I thought it was Voldemort for a few seconds. Tells you something about my brain, huh?

I read HP7 in seven and a half hours from midnight onwards solid through the night last night, and have only had about two hours of sleep since seven am yesterday. This is what I thought of it. Cut for spoilers.

( HP7: The Book That JK Rowling Forgot (To Edit) )