I asked the woman if I could have a picture. She said, 'Okay, but you're going to have to do it while he's signing because I'm worried about the other people still waiting.' He signed, I took my book back, the person behind me walked up with his - hence the super awkward picture. But it's quite funny and I like it anyway.
Also, I didn't really know what to say to him. What do you say to your favourite writer that isn't completely trite and which he hasn't already heard a million times? In this sense, I guess there was no great loss, not being able to convey more than one sentence to him.
Anyway, it was great. My afternoon in London was nice too, even if I didn't manage to buy Heat-Tech tights from Uniqlo (hence going to Oxford Street for nothing). I walked around Angel a bit (the event with JB was at Islington Assembly Hall) and I was green with envy of the people that live in that neighbourhood. There are so many interesting-looking restaurants and bars! That's generally characteristic of London, but Angel is a bit more upscale than Shoreditch, for instance, and not as pretentious as Mayfair, for instance. If I ever lived in London again, which has a 0.01% chance of happenng, I would love to live in Angel.
I need to sleep. I have to exercise in the morning; I've eaten so much for dinner the last two days. The Indian dinner with Barry was so filling and I had the vegetarian breakfast at the Breakfast Club for dinner; the portion is usually quite a lot and I ate everything, as always. I even had a smoothie afterwards (I was disappointed that they changed the recipe. The old one was so much better).
My meeting with my supervisors didn't go that badly either. I need to go back to working on my PhD; I've taken three days off already! Also, I have an interview with NYouAs re. scholarship. I hope that goes well.