Apology and the Alphabet
Slightly rushed start to the day due to wild moshing etc. the night before. Managed the usual train.
Oddly gripped by the Apology by Plato, which is Socrates' speech for his own defence shortly before being invited to quaff a beaker of something terminal. Socrates may have been an astounding philosopher, but he on this evidence was poor at psychology and seems intent on goading his judges. He asked for it.
The Gnome and me on a special project today with a religious overtone. Yes folks, as suspected, it seems I may be God's own copywriter.
Had a hour's interlude with the FB at lunch sitting outside the Dove looking downstream at Hammersmith Bridge. All felt well with the world. New baby and Max doing splendidly by all accounts.
More work and then jumped into a people carrier to be taken into town. Saw a helicopter hovering over Leicester Square trailing an enormous Die Hard flag behind to promote the new Die Hard movie opening in town tonight. The flag was many times bigger than the aircraft. Didn't fancy the pilot's job.
Down the Alphabet bar for a colleague, Clare's, leaving do. Nice evening drinking overpriced beer, in the room downstairs. A bit of networking, and catching up with some old friends including Hazel the young brainiac and Dan.
Sadly there was a horrible time aberration. The time between 9:30 and 10:50 passed in about two minutes. This meant I had to catch the slow train and was home at 1.00am, which was exceedingly poor.
Below a photo I nicked from a site rather excellently called Jewtastic of the promotional helicopter. Apparently it had a rehearsal flight over Bushey Cemetery owned by the United Synagog, which didn't go down extraordiarily well with people visiting the graves.
Slightly rushed start to the day due to wild moshing etc. the night before. Managed the usual train.
Oddly gripped by the Apology by Plato, which is Socrates' speech for his own defence shortly before being invited to quaff a beaker of something terminal. Socrates may have been an astounding philosopher, but he on this evidence was poor at psychology and seems intent on goading his judges. He asked for it.
The Gnome and me on a special project today with a religious overtone. Yes folks, as suspected, it seems I may be God's own copywriter.
Had a hour's interlude with the FB at lunch sitting outside the Dove looking downstream at Hammersmith Bridge. All felt well with the world. New baby and Max doing splendidly by all accounts.
More work and then jumped into a people carrier to be taken into town. Saw a helicopter hovering over Leicester Square trailing an enormous Die Hard flag behind to promote the new Die Hard movie opening in town tonight. The flag was many times bigger than the aircraft. Didn't fancy the pilot's job.
Down the Alphabet bar for a colleague, Clare's, leaving do. Nice evening drinking overpriced beer, in the room downstairs. A bit of networking, and catching up with some old friends including Hazel the young brainiac and Dan.
Sadly there was a horrible time aberration. The time between 9:30 and 10:50 passed in about two minutes. This meant I had to catch the slow train and was home at 1.00am, which was exceedingly poor.
Below a photo I nicked from a site rather excellently called Jewtastic of the promotional helicopter. Apparently it had a rehearsal flight over Bushey Cemetery owned by the United Synagog, which didn't go down extraordiarily well with people visiting the graves.
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