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At some point I must have been sent a pin number* for my Not Quite Government Owned Bank - but it was back in the day when that was just for withdrawals and I've tended to use it for balance transfers. However, my everyday card is maxed so... need a PIN. Go into the branch and try to order on - and no, they can't do it, I have to phone. Chiz. My mistake for thinking it was a Not Quite Government Owned Bank card. It's amazing what bits won't talk.
Grumpily I went for some retail therapy - still regretting not picking up a couple of things in Ramsgate yesterday which were objects of desire rather than useful - and found a copy of the Arden Hamlet for a pound. I've never quite bought this before despite meaning to, and a quid seemed about right. Except the person on the till - a till marked ALL FICTION £1** - wondered whether the price wasn't £11. I suggested that as all fiction was £1, then...
I had noted his tattoos on his arms - which turns out to be the name of his son.*** In Elvish. I'm not sure whether it was in Quenya or whatever, and whether his son was called Legolas, but... Somewhere, somehow, Tolkien must be turning in his grave.
I see Hamlet has pencil and pen annotations. But is still readable.
Oh, but I've managed to book the hotel for the conference I hadn't thought I was going to, and booked the conference itself online. I was intrigued to see the choice of stand-up performer was one I'd liked, only I saw his show last year, saw his Edinburgh warm-up gig and the actual show in Edinburgh. Seeing it post-Edinburgh would be fine - save that, I've goign to see him in a couple of day's time. Paying for a show four times is too much like stalking. It turns out I can pay less and opt out.
* Yes, I know: Personal Identity Number Number, or thereabouts
** Hamlet is fiction, right? Possibly with a historical precedent.
*** On the other hand, a friend of a friend - and various other men - have names of sons tattooed as well. I wonder how often having, say, GEORGE, and maybe a heart, on your arm, gives out an unintended message?
Grumpily I went for some retail therapy - still regretting not picking up a couple of things in Ramsgate yesterday which were objects of desire rather than useful - and found a copy of the Arden Hamlet for a pound. I've never quite bought this before despite meaning to, and a quid seemed about right. Except the person on the till - a till marked ALL FICTION £1** - wondered whether the price wasn't £11. I suggested that as all fiction was £1, then...
I had noted his tattoos on his arms - which turns out to be the name of his son.*** In Elvish. I'm not sure whether it was in Quenya or whatever, and whether his son was called Legolas, but... Somewhere, somehow, Tolkien must be turning in his grave.
I see Hamlet has pencil and pen annotations. But is still readable.
Oh, but I've managed to book the hotel for the conference I hadn't thought I was going to, and booked the conference itself online. I was intrigued to see the choice of stand-up performer was one I'd liked, only I saw his show last year, saw his Edinburgh warm-up gig and the actual show in Edinburgh. Seeing it post-Edinburgh would be fine - save that, I've goign to see him in a couple of day's time. Paying for a show four times is too much like stalking. It turns out I can pay less and opt out.
* Yes, I know: Personal Identity Number Number, or thereabouts
** Hamlet is fiction, right? Possibly with a historical precedent.
*** On the other hand, a friend of a friend - and various other men - have names of sons tattooed as well. I wonder how often having, say, GEORGE, and maybe a heart, on your arm, gives out an unintended message?
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