Random

My DVD collection catches on. I confess: I went to HMV again. There is a sale at the moment (yeah, I know, there ALWAYS is a sale) which I simply couldn't and will not be able to resist in the near future. It is tempting and dreadful at the same time, because I know how much money I will probably leave there. Yield: Sweeney Todd, Fargo, The Royal Tennenbaums and Grizzly Man.

Mike is bemused by the title of the seminar I did last year, "Formulaic Language", for he cannot imagine what it is about. Neither can I, by the way.

(Partly not so) New curiosities in the series "what makes the British different":
On Friday, I went into two shops, because I wanted a chequered notebook, but only found ruled ones. If you don't find chequered paper at WH Smiths you can deduce that the Brits don't write on it. Weird. But maybe I'm simply blind.

And another thing:
On my way into town, I saw way too many people wearing not enough clothes. The sun is shining and the weather is quite agreeable on the whole, but it is simply not warm enough for spaghetti tops, hot pants and flip flops. I say that after two days of freezing, so I should be used to the cold by now, but still I feel, I have to look after my body.