Coming out of work the other day, I was walking up to a car when I heard the person inside activate the locks. I reckon that must be the first time I’ve ever inspired anyone with the fear that I’m about to carjack them. While I guess it could have been the fact that I was walking out of the court building that made them suspicious, I’m putting it down to The Beard. I think it warrants the capitalisation as I still haven’t really got to grips with it being part of me, rather than some kind of adjunct.
Thanks to Mair, I now have seasons 1-4 of Buffy in full, so my evenings should be pretty full.