Um, it's been a bit quiet on this journal front. I've been up to annoyingly little, but it seems a bunch of people on IRC thought I could make a good leader of a Perl Monger group, and forty-odd other people on a mailing list agreed, so I'm now (nominally, to use the favoured phrase of my predecessor) in charge of London.pm. On the other hand, the other choice was a stuffed beany baby camel, a fact that's keeping me from self-congratulation.
Of course, this happens just as the pub we'd settled on after a year of on-off searching decides to close for refurbishment for six months, the Christmas and New Year holidays (and hence the fact that maybe the January meeting- which should be on the third- may be postponed to save our aching livers) and an upcoming technical meeting that I've not done anything about, because, well, it was someone else's problem before.
Still, we have other pubs we can go to, once a date is set people will probably turn up, and there may be a venue for the technical meeting, which is the first big hurdle overcome, so it may not be all bad.
There should probably be a witty conclusion here.