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I'm meeting my old lecturer in London in a couple of hours, to talk about writing a paper for a journal he edits. Apparently there's money in it for me, but he won't tell me exactly how much. Not that the money really matters, I'd write it anyway just to get my thesis published, and to have it on my CV.

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Better than I thought; I can get two papers out of my MA work, plus a conference paper for the summer, hopefully. And the money's good, at the very least it'll keep me in sweets for a while. It was most entertaining to see Jack again. We sat in the Hilton and talked about toothbrushes and anthropology and material culture. There may be a proper job for me somewhere in all this too.