The library was very lovely. Impossible to get any sense of how it WORKS though until it's full of us plebs users tramping up and down and breaking the self-issue machines rather than council worthies drinking champagne. I don't envy the catering staff whose job it must have been last night to go round discovering all the imaginative places people had left their tiny wooden kebab skewers. I think I put one of mine on top of a Word Book Day display. Sorry. It's a shame they weren't doing issues at the party (although the Playstation was operational) as there's a new Robert B Parker I now have my eye on, plus a shiny new set of Wodehouse... I suppose I could have hidden them in a piece of artwork or something but that seemed unfair.

It's snowing rather a lot since I got to work:

The prospect of not being able to leave work because of snow is much less appealing than not being able to leave home...

11:25

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New library. New! Library! NEW LIBRARY. NEW! LIBRARY! NEW!! LIBRARY!! It is fair to say that I am excited about this (it officially opens to the public on Thursday but I am going to the private shindig tonight). A mere ten years since plans for a new Brighton library were first proposed... (in actual fact they've been talking about a 'new' library for more like *eighty* years but who am I to complain? Well, a taxpayer for a start but I'm not bitter JUST EXCITED woo!)

Even my utter hatred of my current courses was eased somewhat last week when I invented a thrilling new game: reference librarian's Trivial Pursuit. Same questions as usual but you're not allowed to answer them using your own knowledge, only by looking in the appropriate reference source. Bonus cheese segments for hitting the correct source first time. I am a gateway; enter me! That didn't come out right at ALL but you know what I mean.

In non-library news, I went shopping in London for a wedding outfit yesterday. It was a successful mission despite cancelled trains (1mm of snow oh no!), freezing weather, boiling hot changing rooms and useless shop assistants. I can say no more about what was bought, however, since Matt is Not Allowed to know of it.

13:43

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