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Well, last night was fun.

The smallest SG meetup ever (allegedly), with seven of us in Edinburgh. The city Cafe was very quiet, given that it's the end-of-festival weekend, the drinks flowed thick and fast, and the company and banter was top-notch.

Apologies to Cavelle and Abaddon for being too far away to talk to them properly for half the evening. Yes Cavelle, it is all deep-fried. All of it.

Nice to finally meet Ten (who's lovely) and PreppyLegend (who is a cad, and thoroughly bad to the bone, obviously. Or not).

Thanks to Nic and Traumatron for their lovely company also - however queasy you may have been feeling, it certainly didn't slow down your wits.

In other news, how good is Tegan's set? Oh my...

Oooh, I know what's exciting... I got new ink today! My second tattoo (only five years after the first).

I now have an incredibly fineline drawing of the recycling triangle (the one made up of three folded arrows) on the inside of my right wrist.

See when they're tattooing that wee bit of your inside wrist, right where the veins are and the crease where it meets your hand? Ouch. Seriously.