Infamy.
I never thought it would happen to me. The handset in question didn't
have a sim in it, but I'd set an alarm on it yesterday, which it
clearly commited to memory. I am ashamed. Apologies to all involved.
Your Smile Is Our Reward
satisfy a problem that's their fault within fifteen minutes, the
room's free.
Today I tried to have a shower, and the water was cold. When I phoned
reception, they said there was some maintainance happening and it
would be fixed in twenty minutes.
I didn't have twenty minutes, so now I am slightly grubby looking.
Thus I should qualify for a free room status, right?
I will attempt to claim my reward this evening.
Wish me luck.
Performance Space
massive debris fields in low-earth orbit.
I don't want to scaremonger, but I do think it would be prudent to
spend the next five days in an underground bunker, just in case.
As such, I'm attending the National Review of Live Art, held deep in
the arches below Glasgow Central train station.
I'll be blogging the festival, which runs until Sunday, so be sure to
check out the coverage here, if you haven't already been decimated by
space-junk.