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Mary Renault's The Charioteer is one book that depresses the hell out of me. I read it last year and it made me feel very low, partly because, I think, I engaged so much with the characters. Ralph is an intensely tragic figure, which makes it even worse. I still have notes for the fic I planned to write to cheer myself up about it - set after the war when they all meet again.

But moving on, right now I'm off to see the joyful staff at the Reading postal sorting office, to collect a parcel, then Sainsbury's for breakfast and supplies, then holing up to finish the remix. *collects bits of story*

Tony Blair has got to go. As someone said yesterday, things have come to a sorry pass when you have to rely on Michael Howard to defend civil liberties in this country.