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Aug. 6th, 2013 07:57 amARGH. Dudes, I am giving serious brain-thoughts towards going to Liverpool to attend a Derek Landy signing of Last Stand of the Dead Men. The issue is, the most time- and cost-effective way to do it is as a day trip to Liverpool via the Steam Packet, a sweaty, slimy, nausea-inducing puke-bucket of a trip that lasts three hours each way, and feels a lot longer.
Do I actually care about Skulduggery Pleasant enough to subject myself to seasickness and the strange phenomenon where the Manx people on the boat have Scouse accents that are approximately eighty thousand times more nasal and annoying than the voices of actual, in-real-life Scousers?
ARGH. I hate having to think grown-up things.
Do I actually care about Skulduggery Pleasant enough to subject myself to seasickness and the strange phenomenon where the Manx people on the boat have Scouse accents that are approximately eighty thousand times more nasal and annoying than the voices of actual, in-real-life Scousers?
ARGH. I hate having to think grown-up things.
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