I met Malorie Blackman!

I did. Omg. She was amazing. Funny. Everything.

She has been through a lot as well, which I didn't know. Racism and stuff. When she was at school she always wanted to be a English teacher, but when it came to getting her reference for university, the careers teacher wouldn't give her a reference because she wouldn't believe that she could pass her English a level (she did) and because she said "People like you don't get to teach." And the thing that happens to Callum in Noughts and Crosses with the history test really happened and Malorie Blackman!

(My face looks stupid. I'm really red and gross from waiting in line for more than an hour.)

She wrote my name! And because I haven't read Double Cross yet (she read from it and I had to have it and it's going to be amazing when I finish what I'm reading now and get to read it.) she actually said "I hope you enjoy it."

Malorie Blackman said she hoped I enjoyed her book!

I can't believe we nearly didn't get there. Seriously. We were running late and then there was traffic and all the junctions were closed. We ended up going a weird way through all these villages and towns and I actually figured out how to read a map through neccesity.

We stayed over night in Bath (that part wasn't so fun because since I've sort of be constantly prepared for something bad to happen for the last three weeks I was really, really paranoid.) and then got to wander around the next day.

We went to the Fashion Museam, which, if you live near Bath and haven't been to yet is really worth a look. Honestly, I'm not that interested in fashion but I found the whole thing fascinating.

I particularly fell in love with this dress. Margot Fonteyne first wore it in the forties.

Adding to the insane busy-ness of the weekend was the fact that there was also a Jane Austin festival going on. There were loads of people dressed up.

And then...

Possibly the cutest kid. Ever.
As soon as I saw him I went "Awwww!" which prompted this really eggy photographer to be like "Yeah yeah, it's a kid, you were one once!"
When I looked surprised he was all "I'm kind of cynical."
Cynical or not how could you not look at that kid and think he's cute?

Later in the day we went to John's event, Charlie Higson. I haven't read any of his books but I might do now because he was such a funny guy. He made his distaste for Twilight obvious, which was pretty funny and then went into the history of horror and zombies and stuff.

John was really thrilled to meet him.

And other than that we did other tourist stuff, like visiting Royal Cresent.

There were other things too that I didn't take photos of. Things like me walking into a tree and eating out in this lush Italian place.
I also noticed how easily you can pick out the rich people there. Especially the guys. Rich boys just have a rich boy look about them, you know? I could go into exactly why this is but then I would probably be accused of stereotyping.

And now I seriously need a shower.

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