I was also reminded of an incident on my train home last night from London. This wasn't quite the weirdo's express (that is the following, last train) as one could tell from the way the conductor actually left First Class to check tickets. A chirpy voice came over the tannoy just after Watford "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen I am Zeus your buffet steward for the journey". Clearly he's bored of having the piss extracted and put his own emphasis on the word. Needless to say I was suitably intimidated not to try and order Ambrosia from his concession. Made me smile and think of Gaiman, much as I do most times I look at a tube map.
Human League seems to be in the bag for Sunday, and NMA have gone quiet but will hopefully we back to business shortly. Then I'm ratsitting for the week (cute company welcome ;-)) though having extracted an escaped rat from the kitchen this morning after she'd been AWOL all night doesn't leave me incredibly optimistic of an easy week.
Photos from last night still being done, though I've finished the Manuskript set there are plenty more to do...
EDIT: Apparently it's funnier if I make it clear that the rat was in the kitchen cupboard nesting amongst BBQ tools and carrier bags rather than having a nap in the middle of the floor.