I'm back from a visit to Oxford in which I hooked up with old friends - Franny, Chris and Marian from Oxford days, and Lemmy the Bleet from Bulawayo, and many other, days. It was terrific to see them all. I spent much of Friday with Chris Brooke (of the Stoa), talking about life, work and family, blogs, blogging and bloggers, politics, the left, this, that and the other. In the afternoon Chris and I met up with Marc Mulholland (of Moiders) in the King's Arms. The three of us then discussed a number of the same topics, and did not fail to devote some time to the Iraq war.
I had a great time. No one I saw had their heads bowed down. On the train I overheard this snatch of conversation from two young men sitting not far from me:
'She's dead clever your mum.'Whether or not he is in fact a step ahead of his mum, me, I'm a bit behind here. Patience, please, dear readers. I'll be catching up. A guy's gotta see his friends.'She isn't. She just thinks she is. But I'm one step ahead of her.'