Jonathan Sanderson’s weblog, since 2001.
In 2008 I moved to the US and within six months I’d paralysed my left arm doing something stupid in the office. For a while I didn’t know if it was ever going to recover. It was one of the most disturbing experiences of my life
Yikes. And wow. Read this.
One of the great new literary forms of the twenty-first century is, I think, the Facebook or instant messenger status message. Today:
“Debbie Syrop is disappointed that there were no Ferrero Rocher at the ambassador’s dinner.”
(she’s touring a theatre show in Eastern Europe, with the British Council. So… she probably was at an ambassador’s dinner.)