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   Damn, blast and a muddy bucket of pitch...

Neil Gaiman did a panel with Isobelle Carmody in Melbourne, and I can't even get into his Sydney reading because I quite stupidly thought "maybe it was someone else's turn" and didn't book until it was too late and all booked out. It's just not bloody fair. My favourite hermit and my favourite author-about-town chatting about what inspires them, and I didn't even know it was on until it was over.

I so would have blown off work for a few days if I'd known. *sighs*

Anyway, have maths papers to mark. Bye blog.

Labels: books, isobelle carmody, Neil is our god