Scary stuff

I am now, officially, in my first week of university. Luckilly we get Mondays off so I slept until 10am and felt much better about the day as a result.

Had an email from the dance society inviting me to join up tomorrow (can I find the fiver they will require, is an interesting question) and although they didn't say where this joining up is going to happen, I think I may just take them up on their offer. Although I may be one of the oldest and most out of shape there, I shall stun them all with my dance of the seven veils. I only have five veils so far and this may mean that people get to see a little bit more of me than they were expecting but hey, in for a penny, in for a pound (what does that saying really mean?)!

I have also been working on my homework for my Marketing class over the last couple of days and it's given me an opportunity to look at and think about lots of different books, which is fine by me because I love books (although saying this when you are a publishing student is actually a bit of a cliche, so I'm told). The dispiriting thing is though that the main bestsellers in this country seem to be celebrity biographies and cookery books with just a smattering of fiction on the side. Why dont they just be done with it and make Jamie Oliver king and Nigella Lawson queen and then everybody will be happy.