I joined the queue just after 11pm and its 2am now. My girlfriend said that I was crazy but I’m only 15th in the line!
She says that I’m lucky to have a girlfriend, none of my friends do. She makes imaginary quotation marks when she says friends – she doesn’t think that spending hours on World of Warcraft is a solid basis for friendship.
I while away the hours by imagining that I’m Spock’s katra waiting on Vulcan for his mind to be restored with McCoy’s. It’s easy to imagine, my aspergers gives me a definite Vulcan edge – or at least I think so.
Sat here in my damp sleeping bag with my thermos and star trek butty box, I wish that I had got that popup tent off the internet that I had been pondering over last week – but never mind, my hero Leonard Nimoy will be here soon.