Walkies...

I went for a walk today. With my sister and her dog. It was fun and I took a picture. Behold:

RIP Reepicheep : (

Sniff, originally uploaded by RussellDornan.

Wee sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an chase thee,
Wi murdering pattle!

Bye Bye Reeps x

Work Authorisation APPROVED

I can now officially (like, proper, totally, no going back, gimme a job please thanks) work in Canada.

I emailed Bunac my insurance information and flight details and they have sent my work authorisation letter to me in hard copy and electronically. I have the electronic one (it's the future) and have read it (no flies on me). It basically says:

"Um, yeah he can work or something. Make sure he's bringing enough cash in, though. Am I wearing enough plaid?"

There are conditions to my being allowed in, however:

1. Proof of W.A. (see above)
2. Proof of Return Flight (so I don't overstay your welcome - as if)
3. Proof of Funds ($1000, minimum)

Let's see: #1, check! #2, check! #3, shiiiiiit. I guess I am still sort of working on this last one but I don't have much time left. I am kindly accepting donations (of any kind, in fact) so please be generous. I accept cash, cheques and Paypal. Much appreciated.

I guess now all I have to do is save and pack. ('Save and pack, bring the freshness back'.) Any advice on shoe types suitable for a country with every type of ecosystem and terrain and weather and event and sport would be nice. I need a combo of three styles that will suit each and every need I may encounter.

Anyway - I am off to sit by the letterbox and wait for all my money-based presents to drop onto my head like concussive gifts from the gods (that's you guys, that is).

Bombs away, folks...

My Darling Darwin

My Darling Darwin, originally uploaded by RussellDornan.

After visiting my erstwhile place of work not only was I a little sad to say goodbye to my ex-colleagues but I was surprised by how sombre I felt at having to leave the Natural History Museum and all of its treasures.

It is truly a wondrous place; something that is easy to forget when you spend most of your waking week there surrounded by ignorant tourists and chavvy families, many of whom don't seem to grasp exactly what the museum means.

I took a few photographs for posterity and thought it was timely to plop one on here, as a nod to a place that was so central to my life in London and one that I was very lucky to work at.

Bye bye Natch!