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Do read George's account of his birthday weekend here. I'm priviledged that I'm allowed to mess up as often as I do and a sincere apology is all that is required by my good friends before we are all free to continue (albeit not quite as planned).

I double-booked my Saturday evening. That put to rest our original plan that had involved 1200 miles' driving for George. Instead, in a measure not intended purely to vindicate myself, I offered to arrange a party for him here. He acquiesced and you can read about the interesting goings-on in his article, which is guaranteed to put a smile on your face. His turn of phrase is quite inimitable...

I used to hold the new Vice Chancellor in high regard. He is a frequent attendee of Orchestra concerts and I've met him on several occasions, like the Marden formal where we were able to talk for a little while.

Sad, then, that he has put his name to such a dreadful approach to university cost cutting as he has. Let me explain. Read More

Today I enjoyed two opportunities to display my knowledge of the subjects of employment and trust law. 'Enjoyed' in the sense that these 'formative assessment' [Google Cache] opportunies rose and I took them, rather than in the third sense that Roget's offers (the one that springs to mind).

The reality of it was that I spent an hour or two in rigid disbelief that I knew so little. It all becomes crystal-clear when the answers are read out, but that's of no particular use because it allows me to slip back into my glowing fantasm of self-belief. Ahh well.

Tonight's the night the EUSO Dinner Dance, and the Jazz Band is the only entertainment: no DJ at the end this time: we're playing straight through.

Yeah, I know it's now Monday, but what can you do? EUSO rehearsal at 1200, supposedly through to 1800, (but I was due to meet with Jon Foulds of the Jazz Band at 1700, so I nipped out) followed by the jazz rehearsal at 1900 until 2130. 2 cups of coffee and I nearly went mad. Took the band through Cry me a River at about 6 times its proper speed. They dutifully follewed me, but told me off afterwards. Sadly I was so wired I couldn't possibly have done it any slower without falling over. Nevermind. Read on. Read More

Tonight was the night of Vicky Hale's party and the Lemmy. George is still down, planning to leave at about midday.
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Blood, sweat and tears. And that was only the people who had chanced upon this small Devonshire town as spectators to the most famous November celebration in the south. Read on to learn more about this exciting event, told in my own inimitable style... Read More

My first posting in my first (non-devlopment) blog. What a day. That said, I may not get into this at all. It might not be my kind of thing. I mean, put it this way, who sits in front of their computer for an extra hour every day to write things that quite conceivably no one else will ever read?

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