Hello internet! I am not dead! I have merely been nursing an evil cold of doom, and producing epic amounts of snot. It hasn’t been pretty. But the cold is finally on the wane now, apart from a hacking cough that makes me sound like a twenty-a-day smoker. 

This weekend, as well as establishing myself as a one-woman mucus factory, I plumbed new depths of nerdiness over the release of the new X Files movie. I went to see it on Friday with the saintly Teabelly, who tolerated my feverish fangirly ramblings and runny nose like only a true friend would. And then I went to see the movie again on Sunday evening with a gaggle (what is the appropriate collective noun here? A flail, perhaps?) of X Files fans from all over Europe, who had gathered in London specifically to torment cinema-goers across the capital with barely-contained squee.

It was lots of fun, sitting in a darkened theatre with twenty other similarly-enchanted fans, although I did feel bad for the other people in the cinema for all the shrieking at the good parts. I will go again, I think, partly because I want to take it in one last time before waiting the inevitable six months for the DVD release. But also just because J derives so much satisfaction from teasing me about my deep and abiding spoddery, and I wouldn’t want to deprive him.

So, that has been my weekend. Nineties-throwback fangirling and snot. Lots and lots of snot. Good times!