Oxford Literary Festival; Canterbury; Snow

Talked to a Malaysian Malay girl today while walking on the guided walking tour of Canterbury. She was pretty. Very cute. Sexy. Smallish, I really, really liked the way she moved. White jacket, black scarf, brown (furry?) boots. Blue jeans IIRC. Unfortunately, 16. Bit young. What was her name? Farah? Damn she was cute, until she said she hadn't even finished her A-levels yet. Which puts her at 16 at the most. Gah.

Anyway I'll never see her again; Farah/ Fara/ [other spelling variations I don't know] is exceedingly common in Malaysia, and even in London it's too hard. And probably doesn't have Facebook anyway. Ah, well… at least I opened my mouth, anyway; I can live with myself.

Then there was that Oxford native who works at Blackwell – Nicole? Nicola? Didn't quite catch that. University of Edinburgh fine-art student. Not too bad too, at least willing to talk. Probably 20. Almost enough to make me want to take up a part-time retail position at Blackwell. Almost. Maybe.

I wonder how much of my creepiness shows. Mmm creepiness.

Snow across England yesterday, apparently. Snowed in Oxford, snowed all the way to Canterbury. When we got to Canterbury it was even worse.

The Oxford Literary Festival was fun; I stewarded a Meg Rosoff event and a second one the next day. Maybe I'll go back next year.