OotP, All My Love and Ireland.

[apolla]

Am home. Have two copies of OotP reserved thanks to Amazon not letting me cancel my order with them. Will be at Maher's Books at 12:01 to receive my book however- midnight is much more of a Clare time than anything in the morning. Have arranged to flog the other copy to my pal Tamara for the grand old price of a tenner. A pound loss, but I don't care. I'm actually starting to get really excited now, although terrified after Liss said that she never expected the person she's heard is gonna die to die. Daren't ask who.

Pissed myself laughing this morning at the news that a million quids' worth of OotP books meant for Asda stores were nicked in Liverpool today/last night/whenever. I could make a ton of Scally Scouser jokes about nicking stuff, but I won't bother. You should all know them well by now. :D

All My Love by Led Zeppelin is a terribly sad song. Love it, but it's sad. Never let it be said that Zep were only about the big guitar sound and extravagance. Am rock geek, methinks.

And as for this.... what a weird coinky-dink.

You're Ireland!

Mystical and rain-soaked, you remain mysterious to many people, and this
makes you intriguing.  You also like a good night at the pub, though many are just as
worried that you will blow up the pub as drink your beverage of choice.  You're good
with words, remarkably lucky, and know and enjoy at least fifteen ways of eating a potato.
 You really don't like snakes.
Take the Country Quiz at
the Blue Pyramid