Tonight, after despairing, I did turn to drink. In fact, it was the
Keble monthly drinks party. It is an ideal event, for the people there
are pretty much strangers, but friendly ones. So I can be myself
anonymously, but in good company. It was a very pleasant evening
indeed, just what I needed after *three* days like that. Afterwards, a
few of us walked over to Temple Station, where we travelled to
Embankment, where the party ended. So now I'm on the Bakerloo Line via
Minto Central to Marylebone. Tomorrow morning: more of the same. No,
not drinking with Keble men, silly!
That is all.