I died my hair with unstoppable Fudge Orange Crush for the OUSFG christmas party so I could be Captain Nemo. We were going as The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen -- I was Nemo, complete with clownfish paint and a rather small plastic Dorey, and a captain's hat of course -- Damian was my submarine, The Nautilus. Disappointingly, though great slews of my friends have been to see Love Actually practically no-one had seen Finding Nemo (though at least most of them had heard of The League of Extraorinary Gentlemen) so chalk that up as another failure in the fancy-dress arena. The evening ended quite pleasantly, with a tall postgrad called Sebastian (whom we'd earlier press-ganged into being Quartermain/Sean Connery) trailing us back to the Holywell Annexe (or somewhere) to drink at College prices late into the night.
Saturday I took two huge bags of books to the Oxfam bookshop. For anyone who's interested, the children's section is now teeming with fantastic stuff, and the science fiction section's looking rather good, too.
By Sunday my hair had faded to the colour of a Sea Breeze; I found this out by having one for lunch.
How can I have done so much and still have so much to do? Tomorrow I'm going to the opera. It seemed like a good idea at the time I offered to write the review but now I wonder if I shouldn't have left it to somebody else.
What do I know about Idomeneo?
