Monday, August 19, 2002
Am typing this in the hotel office in Dublin as I spilled tea on my computer on the flight over this morning. Don't laugh. It wasn't much tea -- an airbump sent a splash flying onto the keyboard. And it may work fine once it's completely dried out. But currently I'm computerless... (I was halfway through an account of the Edinburgh festival when the tea went splish). Not being able to reply to e-mail is the hardest bit right now.