Back from Boston on Friday morning to find that nothing has changed.
The so-called royal wedding is still the lead headline with only the very slightest of justification. And the AV versus FPTP debate continues unabated - with, now, Ed Miliband taking to the stage with Vince Cable and Ant Cameron sharing a platform with John Reid. If the devil could cast a net.
But where, you may ask, is Dec Clegg? About whom this is not a referendum, don't forget.
Well, it turns out that he is out there flogging face-to-face meetings for £25k a time. Yeh, really!
Jeez. I can't find my knees.
But, since you ask, Boston was great, thanks. I saw history in the making.
History in the sense that the Sox opened the season with the equal worst record since forever.
My worst record, too.
However, I did see the first win of the season. And I did see the first series win of the season.(Both against the Yankees, which makes them doubly satisfying.)
I also saw some good people. Each visit confirms my belief that Boston is one of the friendliest cities on the planet.
So thanks especially to Rick, whose presence behind the bar (and knowledge of baseball, music and literature) is more than sufficient compensation for schlepping back from Fenway in the cold, after a defeat. And also to a new chum, Tom, who I met up in Kenmore and who was embarking on a wine trip to Europe the day after we met. I hope he is enjoying it as much as I would. (The highlight was two days with Olivier Leflaive in Chassagne-Montrachet!)
So that's Boston and the Bostonians for another year, unless we make the play-offs. Thanks, guys.
Meantime, go Sox!
Today's listening: The Standells, Dirty Water. Now and at 7pm-ish this evening UK time.
The so-called royal wedding is still the lead headline with only the very slightest of justification. And the AV versus FPTP debate continues unabated - with, now, Ed Miliband taking to the stage with Vince Cable and Ant Cameron sharing a platform with John Reid. If the devil could cast a net.
But where, you may ask, is Dec Clegg? About whom this is not a referendum, don't forget.
Well, it turns out that he is out there flogging face-to-face meetings for £25k a time. Yeh, really!
Jeez. I can't find my knees.
But, since you ask, Boston was great, thanks. I saw history in the making.
History in the sense that the Sox opened the season with the equal worst record since forever.
My worst record, too.
However, I did see the first win of the season. And I did see the first series win of the season.(Both against the Yankees, which makes them doubly satisfying.)
I also saw some good people. Each visit confirms my belief that Boston is one of the friendliest cities on the planet.
So thanks especially to Rick, whose presence behind the bar (and knowledge of baseball, music and literature) is more than sufficient compensation for schlepping back from Fenway in the cold, after a defeat. And also to a new chum, Tom, who I met up in Kenmore and who was embarking on a wine trip to Europe the day after we met. I hope he is enjoying it as much as I would. (The highlight was two days with Olivier Leflaive in Chassagne-Montrachet!)
So that's Boston and the Bostonians for another year, unless we make the play-offs. Thanks, guys.
Meantime, go Sox!
Today's listening: The Standells, Dirty Water. Now and at 7pm-ish this evening UK time.
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