Of magazines and scifi and swimming

I've been in London for the last few days, treating kauket and zenithed like a hotel while going to Colindale to read magazines(*).

(*This is actually work: the British Library keeps most of its newspaper and magazine collection in the Colindale Newspaper Library, and if I'm going to eventually write a hundred thousand words about magazines, I have to read some at some point. Apparently.)

In between the research, I squeezed in lots of tasty food of various types, cooked by zenithed, Wagamamamamama, and a local pan-mediterranean-type restaurant, and kauket and I, with her friend Z, went to a different bit of the BL for some scifi-themed comedy and music (highlight: realising that the Doctor Who geek, who was very funny, was rather a lot like we are about Buffy).

( But, fantastically fun as all that was, that's not what I want to write about. )