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Good day today. Lenses behaved themselves, new shoes did not cripple me. (Not that I expected them to, but they're never quite as comfortable as the old ones that I'm discarding . . .)

Off to Birmingham tomorrow for two-day regular team meeting, back on Wednesday, internet access likely to be variable if indeed existing at all. Given that train goes 7am, should be asleep now, but have stuff to finish off. Which I am finishing off. So there you go.

New GetBackers action looks very promising. Also looks, plotwise/characterwise, like a fanfic written on the highest grade of crack cocaine. Which just goes to show that it's fine when you trust the author. ;)

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Cargoes

Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.

Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

-- John Masefield