About to cycle home in London: If I should die...

Bit of an office party this evening to celebrate the magazine being redesigned. I for one like the new look, and everyone else seems to be pretty pleased with it.

So we all had a few beers, and there was discussion of the cultural merits of Buffy the Vampire Slayer vis a vis those dumb Twilight books (cannot believe there was even the suggestion that Stephenie Meyer's suckfest was even thought worthy of mention in the same sentence - there was me thinking that disliking vampire fiction disqualified you from writing it).

Now I must bestride my velocipede and brave the London streets. It's probably an in-joke too far to have named my bike V for Velocipede, but pretension should never stop anyone.

Assuming violent death beneath the wheels of a bendy bus fails to occur, the plan for the weekend is to do some writing (although tragically the needs of housework might intervene). Also one of the editors has come by a ripped DVD of the first episode of the 5th series of Battlestar Galactica, which he's very kindly bestowed upon me. Being bereft of Sky, I was going to wait until they came out, but frak it.