Gah!

Am in Virgin Megastore in Oxford. Franz Ferdinand is playing on the speakers.

*dies*

So, Oxford is pretty cool. Cold too. And I have a cold but I finally managed to find Superdrug this morning. Two interviews yesterday - the second was better than the first. I have to go to Mansfiled college today (in bout an hour) for a third interview. Can't tell yet whether or not that's a good thing. But I finally managed to find a net cafe so I'm happy for now.

My cousin, who works close to here, came to the city last night and we went out for a meal. It was good to see her again and we had a good time. It also meant that I had something to do. I've been so bored! I finished reading Mostly Harmless and didn't really want to be reading Wuthering Heights or Macbeth even if I adore Shakespeare. Bought two new books today though - The Colour Purple and Five people you meet in heaven. Have also done loads of x-mas shopping. It's all done except for JP's. *eyeroll*

Ooh, just realised that when I get home, I've got WaT waiting for me on tape. That made me happy. Also, will soon have a Spooks fic to post :o).

OK. Tinme to go check other stuff out. Should be home by tonight!

Tell me what you know

Thanks goes to the lovely raynedanser who was my kind (and generous) beta. The below fic has spoilers for Spooks 3x09.

Summary:How can he know if he doesn’t understand the difference between the lines he can cross and the lines he’ll never come to? How does he know if he is what they say he is?

( Tell me what you know )