look on my works ye mighty, and despair

Yesterday for business reasons we spent a chunk of the evening chatting with local politicians -- the local MP, the Mayor and Mayoress, town councillors, plus other local pillar-of-the-community types -- and try to explain to them what we do for a living. It turns out everyone knows what conventions are, and everyone finds wigs/costumes sort of fascinating as a thing. Yay?

Meanwhile it is my birthday! So far today I've had cards, kisses, lots of good wishes, and also someone took the time to tell me that Masa's recent (and awful) permed hairstyle on a tv show was actually a really convincing wig and he in fact still has sane hair. So that's a nice birthday thing for me, hooray.

We have work first, but then the plan is dinner with friends in London, a moderately fancy hotel for the night, then tomorrow is pootling around London contentedly, maybe buying me a pair of new sneakers (it's that time of the year again), and then Pez and I are going to see 1984 -- one of my favourite books, so I'm very excited to see this adaption.

Hooray for getting old!