Oh dear.

Today I met Dorothy Porter and behaved all fan girly. I'm normally pretty cool with the visiting authors at work (oh Bill Bryson is upstairs? Oh whatever...)
But *gah!*
I wasn't prepared for how hot she looks in the flesh. And then she did this dismissive thing at me. Oh heavens.
I behaved all stupid schoolboy. Forgetting to shake hands (hiding my hard-on?). Loitering up the back of the room. Hey see me move these massive display boards around, aren't I strong. Stupid. Stupid. Silly. Dammit.

In other news, I am in the midst of a crocheting frenzy. Anyone want a neck warmer/scarf thing? Drop me a line. You can stipulate colour - the rest depends on what wool I can find and what new stitch I've just learnt.