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1. From glasgow to cambridge I broke my train journey at edinborough and birmingham. I think they only stamped the ticket once, on the first leg. If so, what stops you using it repeatedly for the rest of the journey? I think all such attacks can only be used for repeat journeys (obviously you need some ticket the first time), but is there a reason, other than my honesty, this wouldn't work if you did commute that way a lot?

2. There was much help given to disabled people at the cons. It's just one aspect of a nice atmosphere. I remember Larry Niven writing a not-particularly-inspired book set in the near future when science has become reviled, and fandom exists underground. It was weird -- but I can see people doing exactly that :)

3. I only went to a couple of readings, but one was Susannah Clarke. It was an extensive footnote from near the end of the book that didn't make it in due to time, that we *jsut* got through in half an hour. It described a legend alluded to in the text where a poor charcoal burner got the better of the magician king, but it was very wonderful and very funny.

The question is, why do I always love books with footnotes? Jonathon Strange and Mr Norrel. Discworld. Amulet of Sammarkand. Cryptonomicon. All great, especially the footnotes. Maybe I like the compulsiveness to present all the necessary information[1]. But many are entirely irrelevent. Maybe I like that sort of discoursive digression?

[1] Eg. In Crypto, Shaftoe sees a $foo plane, and there's a footnote to describe why he recognises the model.
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I had fun with rail enquiries and station staff, but end up with ticket that will supposedly take me from cambridge to glasgow the quickest route, and let me return via tolkien 2005. On the first train I met a nice young Scottish lady solving So Dukae[1] and we resolved to follow everyone with the correct accent through the random intermediate changes.

At the first stop I crossed the platform and met ceb and ian. (Who later informed me of a non-shit rail journey planning webpage: bahn.hafas.de.) We spent much of the journey working on laptops, me trying and failing to write fiction, and later making my phone spod. Well, nearly.

At glasgow the cambridge contingent went for pizza at a nice restaurant (dino's?) next to the station, with an incredably chatty waitress, which was nice but disconcerting, especially with the inevitable 'why are you in glasgow' question. Then we played mao.

I navigated mostly successfully across glasgow to the not-ridiculously-far-out residence (despite being student place). Two people spontaneously offered to help while I was puzzling over maps. It was surreal to be back in a university, there were even bedders, in much the same uniform.

I slept a bit distrubedly, because I'm used to a big soft double bed, no streetlights and no fire-engines, and was a bit nervous at meeting the membership-transferring guy, and somehow transferring my stuff to the rather-further-out-residence.

[1] Mu