Isn't "The Iceman Cometh" a great title? It's so dynamic. I've always been so terrible with titles. I mentioned in a phone interview about "Shrinky Dinc" and they laughed at me.

New York was a good place. Let us say nothing that the only museum I attended belonged to Ripley's Believe It Or Not (such sacrifices are demanded when travelling with family) and instead focus on how good Ripley's Believe It Or Not Museum was (they have a stuffed albino giraffe, gosh!). But yes, it was lovely.

And I'm just back from London as well. I had a nice time, met nice people, saw nice things. We went to the zoo again where I saw my tapir and my tiny tortoises. I also saw a sloth.

Sloths are funny things. I have a friend who hates them, repulsed by their inherent laziness. I read somewhere that if a sloth falls out of a tree and lands in a clearing, it'll just lie there and starve to death rather try to crawl back to a tree. I don't know whether that's true. Then my boyfriend wondered how the babies get born. Maybe the mother positions herself over a branch (because they're always upside down) or something. The one thing I know for sure is that I don't know nature.

I love pick'n'mixes. They're not confectionary, they're not treats, they are sweeties. Lots of sweeties. And I ate them on the bus back from Dublin last night, and there was licorice allsorts and those coconut egg nest things (that I don't know the name of but they sort of look like a nest) and razzles and jazzles and lots of flumps. I discovered recently that nobody knows what I mean when I say flumps, until I elaborate by shouting the words "MARSHMALLOW FUN TIME" then they get the general idea.

I'm going back to university to do a masters I can ill afford, but it's moving on. I might learn, I might be good. No sloth falling out of a tree am I.

I have 20,000 words of a novel that kind of isn't good, but that's okay because I also have 15,000 words of another novel that could be good if only I could think of how to begin it.

Hello. Anyone up for some marshmallow fun time?

Listen to the Monkees. They were much better than their reputation suggests.