What's Up With That?

So, I'm heading off to Stratford via plane, and what do I see after I get through security? A Body Shop. About 50 yards after they would have confiscated my shampoo... I could have bought more, and brought it on the plane.

Wierdness.

Also wierdness were the several announcements that TSA was doing spot-checks of luggage *at the gate* although I didn't actually see any such checks.

(If you're not on Neil Gaiman's blog feed, go read his latest; it's about finding out that toothpaste is not permitted but "personal lubricant" is and what he fantasized doing about that.)

Anyway, rushing through to catch up - Stratford lovely as always, the Aspidistra the best B&B in town as always, and sitting with my teeny TARDIS downloading stuff at Tangos before breakfast is wonderful. (How happy am I that they're open before my parents wake up and want to see what I'm doing? Let me count the flagged whoporn and downloaded vids ways. Will be scanning email and LJ mornings v. quickly; if you want to be sure I actually KNOW something important, you should probably comment to this. Otherwise, I'll be reading/watching/commenting next week when back.

Tomorrow - reviews of The Liar & Coriolanus!