My books of choice were Christopher Priest's The Glamour and The Prestige. I'm told the plot of the movie version of the latter is slightly different to the book - but I'd recommend the books - interesting, thoughtful reads - with a sense of the unknown and psychological that reminds me of playing Cthulhu with pax_draconis et al.
Erm, that was about it really.
In other news, gallery opening yesterday (a bit flat but I at least got to argue with the printers) after a dash across the Midlands by cycle and train (which I get to do again in a minute). I am back on my bike though - which is good and means I will at least manage 10 minutes of skiing before I run out of fitness at Christmas. Still, the useful lesson I learned was:
If the shortest route looks like a canal path; and it has been raining - you will get to the meeting literally covered in mud.
I've never been so muddy at a meeting before - though I think I wiped most of it off my face. Today I shall stick to the roads.