Frogs legs and fanatics

Off to Mill Hill to be met by Mum and Mase and driven straight up to St Albans for a Thai lunch with Tanya and Robert. The four of them are planning to go to Madeira soon. Robert and Mase talking about businessy things, and Mum Tanya and I talking more broadly. Rats was one subject, but a word which Tanya refused to say aloud, and instead mouthed each time mysteriously (and slightly randomly in terms of phonetics).

As we chomped on chicken satay, Tanya told us more about her childhood in the Philippines: about how frogs being seized in heavy rain, and everyone would breakfast on their boiled legs the next morning. But sadly, it no longer rains like that anymore, presumably due to climate change.

After the meal, the owner of the restaurant gave Tanya and Mum a pomegranate each, and was very friendly - telling Mum that she was still very pretty and asking how could she have a son like that. Mum pleased with this, but I wasn't quite so sure.

Then a bit of cold lurking in the market where they sell bowls full of fruit and veg... A bowl a pahnd.

Mase drove us back to a relaxed afternoon in Edgware, where I strategically seized a siesta. Then looked at mum's brand new blog amongst other things, and also marvelled at the stats for the hoards of people visiting her art site. Then a nice supper, and some strong South African wine. As we did so, I was surprised by a call from Bob and Carl who were having a cheeky drink in Liverpool. It has been ages since the three of us last got together.


Went to bed and listened for an hour or so to my audiobook, Richard Dawkins The God Delusion, which is excellently combative. Although I largely agree with him, with my philosophy head on I thought it contained several weak arguments. But hats off to him anyway. Its about time the atheists got militant too - having had a slow start in the fanatic stakes.