A seafood platter on a Spanish beach front. (Why does eating seafood in Spain feel better than anywhere else?)

Watching Maggie Smith on Downton Abbey. Wait, what? Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

It's Easter!!!

Space 1889 and Delta Green. Reality. Who needs it?

Sitting in a ball chair. I found one in a flea market, of all places. I've wanted one ever since seeing No.2's chair in "The Prisoner" and discovering it was a real thing, and I was very tempted, but it wouldn't really fit in my house anywhere.

[Raak] Change your house! (I mean rearrange/reorganise the furniture) It can always be changed back if you change your mind. Things can always be bought and sold.

[pen] I also discovered that you cannot read in a ball chair, unless I installed some sort of interior light. Can't really listen to music either without a set of speakers in there as well. But for shutting out the world and relaxing, there's nothing like it.

Sitting in my very own ball chair. As far as I can tell from pictures on the web, this is the exact Eero Aarnio design. I might velcro a battery-powered reading light to the roof.

"I am Number 2."
    "Who is Number 1?"
"You are Number 6."
    "I am not a number, I am a free man!"
**mocking laughter**

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[SM] Only Number 1 may see that image.

Ah, some setting on my web server that doesn't like people linking to my pictures. It might work if you open it in a separate window.