One of the things about blogging is that it's a very immediate thing - you write when you think, and if you leave it too long, then you tend to forget about what you were going to say or think it even more irrelevent than it actually was. Thus the loss of my network connection for 36 hours meant that I have forgotten and remembered a number of times what is basically a throwaway post of a few lines. (Also, I've noted it before and I'll say it again, without the internet I become increasingly lost. No googling to check on facts or find things out. No email. I don't spend my spare time watching TV - I spend it on the net. Scary).

Anyway, I was walking down Turl Street having left the library on Friday night, and it struck me how crisp the air was, and how actually it is nearly October so by every count but mine, it's autumn already. Somehow, Autumn for me never starts until term starts, so that's another week or so then. It made me want to buy a pair of brogues and a scarf - the vision I had in my head was of Michael Douglas in the one scene I've seen from The Wonder Boys. And that's why it's dangerous to spend too much time working.