I found these glamorous chicks in a jeweller-shop window. There were scary bunnies, too, but anyone near a Borders (that'll be mostly everyone, then) will have seen them already. Easter duties (chocolate) were complicated by the irritating young madam in front of us demnding a discount on a dinged box of easter eggs and the mad old bint behind us going off on a rant against a junior manager with beautiful eyebrows over the length of time it was taking her to buy a £1 easter card. Easter duties (SciFi) were met at the bookshop by getting under the feet of a blazing redhead and her shaven-headed feller and then miraculously producing part 2 of exactly the obscure fantasy series she'd been looking for, then scouring BBC3 and 4 for random short speculative scraps. Also fulfilled: family (Dr Who
party at sparkymark
's), self-sacrifice (watching the first ten minutes of Earthsea
), crucifixion (an apropos showing of End of Days
and that's without even mentioning what I'm currently doing about the comics collection.