Like all highly-paid American academics, I stay in only the swankiest London hotels when I come here. And eat at the poshest restaurants.
...OK, I'm actually staying in a dorm. Which has permanently locked windows, so perhaps a trifle warm at this juncture. (I'd upload a picture, but I don't think the broadband has enough oomph, or something.) Nevertheless, it's not Campbell House--for starters, the overhead lights have shades.* Meanwhile, I had a sandwich for dinner, in order to save money for the truly important things. (Namely, rectangular objects with paper inside.)
My brain is still mush from the trip, but I'm sure you're all awaiting my reports from the British Library, which shall feature many accounts of rare novels about Jews. As opposed to my last BL jaunt, which primarily resulted in reports on sermons. The novels may or may not be more exciting. (Also, an experiment in note-taking using the iPad instead of the larger machine.) On the 23rd, it's off to Liverpool for this conference, where I'm on the program (er, programme) twice: once presenting (on...vampires?)** and once being presented on (!).
*--It's possible I'm being unfair to Campbell House, which conceivably could have provided shades for the overhead lights since I stayed there last.
**--This has prompted a number of baffled stares from those acquainted with my usual literary stomping grounds. It does, in fact, have to do with Book Three, a.k.a. Inexpensive-For-Me Book, a.k.a. Book Requiring No Travel (which is not about vampires per se).