I had a somewhat prolonged journey back to Sunnydale and, although I intended to renew acquaintance with the psychology professor before seeking out Ripper and perhaps his little Slayer, I really need a rest first ( Read more... )

I was called away on business, of sorts, but I really should not write about that here. Firewalling never seems enough ( Read more... )

I let out a long languous sigh and leaned back against the worn-out coach seats. Yes, coach seats. I didn't hold with this American nonsense of naming coaches after racing-dogs. A coach was what you sat on for X hours waiting for your journey to reach its conclusion, and a greyhound was a dog that one generally lost ridiculous quantities of money ( Read more... )