The best way to procrastinate is to leave town!

So long since my last post...I've been procrastinating on my procrastinator. That, and I went on holiday! Four full days of not tap tap tapping at my laptop or reading anything but a novel. Endless hours of glorious hiking and only once did I start to rewrite my introduction in my head.

That may be a record for me. Oh, and the only time I was asked about my research, I had a serious bout of geographic dyslexia. See, some places morph together for me if I've never been there. Malaga / Mallorca, or in this case, Oxford / Cambridge. What's the difference, right? One poncy prestigious school is same as any other, and they use that bloody Oxbridge term so even they could care less of the distinctions. Nonetheless, it's still embarassing when some nice couple of German origin giving you a lift mention they go to Oxford and minutes later I have launched into a story about Cambridge, telling them of the great community radio station there. To be sure, 10-100 mighty watts of power won't make it that distance! The worst part is, they didn't correct me. Either they were too polite, too confused, or too dumbfounded. My friend who actually went to Cambridge rather enjoyed my downward spiral into silly yank-ville and didn't tell me til after.

The moral of the story is still thus: N=need an excuse to put off work? Go to Dartmoor! Look for the wild poonies, enjoy cream tea, and leave the blogging behind!