So by the time you're reading this, I'll be jetting off down the M6 (or whatever, the SatNav knows its business, I just sit there) to Hay on Wye, for four days at the literary festival. Woo-hoo! I'll be combining that with worrying about my dissertation and loading up on second-hand books as a distraction from the aforementioned worry about the dissertation. I'll also be more or less offline for the whole time - always a shocking experience for me - and I plan to get muchos reading done in the meantime, as well as copious note-taking for the novel. Right now it's pretty damn late on Wednesday night and I better go pack: tent, clothes, books, pillow, books, books. See y'all on the other side.