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Yesterday I visited the Tate Britain and wandered around very happily for about two hours before I accidentally bought a couple of books (Margaret Atwood and Iain M. Banks, if you're interested). After that I sat in Victoria station waiting for Luke to turn up, which he did an hour and twenty minutes late. Normally I might have been irritated, but I had had the foresight to bring Foucault's Pendulum, so the time passed quickly enough. After drinking hot chocolate and catching up with Luke, I met Lee and drank more hot chocolate. I finished Foucault's Pendulum on the way home and started Look to Windward.

Today I painted an egg. Well, I also made a short and garbled presentation about some of my college work, but the egg is more interesting.

I'm quite interested to see whether anyone can guess which artist's work I was looking at right before I started painting.

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Yeah, pretty much. I've not read all the Culture novels, but I have read Consider Phlebas (though don't quiz me because it was quite a while ago and I have no doubt forgotten everything).

He's an author I dabble with; I like his work but rarely read more than one or two a year, though I'm never quite sure why I don't read more.