Another very short post

Lunch with the entirely fabulous psycholibrarian turned into a very enjoyable tea, slightly but not tragically at the expense of being at the festival. Kris got held up on the road, but Kate Bornstein was so wonderfully funny and poignant that she made me cry quite a lot, and afterwards I hugged her and told her about it. Sometime, not now, I will write about why Kate is so wonderful and why she is a national treasure in nations that have hardly heard of her.

And I have to leave early in the morning for the sex work panel and I am downloading Who and will probably not get to see it for days...