I’m getting a bit worried about my upcoming work trip to an archaeological dig in Turkey. Lots of bombs on planes and buildings (hopefully only because Bush was there, and they’ll end soon) and the site handbook itself is full of warnings about killer sheepdogs, scorpions and snakes. Still, it’s an amazing opportunity and if I can survive a tomboy childhood in Australia, I can survive a dig in the wilds of Turkey.
In other news, I’m moving to Stoke Newington. It’s a bit like Fitzroy in the old days – full of lesbians, health food stores and it has a variety of good cheap restaurants. And I’ll save