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Argh. The guy at OUP has now replied, asking for a full book proposal, which I have sent (along with a quickly-produced CV, as requested by his OUP webpage). After sending these things, I have been rereading my mail over and over again, and feeling increasingly that what I sent was flawed or wrong in some way. The more I look at it, the sillier it looks, in fact. Argh.

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Today was a day of randomly bumping into people. I went out around 11.30 to meet G for his lunchbreak; on the bridge by Jesus Green we ran into mobbsy, also on his lunchbreak. Coming back, I saw L from Games and Puzzles, whose party we went to a few weeks ago, and we walked up Mill Road for a bit, chatting about roleplaying. As we passed St Barnabas', I saw MR from Ecstasy, sitting on the churchyard wall, and I stopped to talk to him about his fruitless hunt for an inflatable hammer. As we chatted, Tim who painted G's leather jacket came round the corner and said hi too. Remarkable!