The Game Is Afoot

Just printed out my essay on Chinese detective fiction in the post-Mao period (no, really).
Three and a half thousand words of Commie whodunit fun.

So now I just need to do all that revision business.

Went to the Fridge in Brixton last night. Contrary to what you'd expect, it's actually pretty hot in there. Rather mental - dayglo all over the shop, outre clothing all round. I was rather underdressed, as I came along on the spur of the moment. So I was still wearing my 'lying on the bed watching Midsomer Murders' clothes.