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Wedding; disappearance
Mar. 9th, 2005 10:29 amHad a lovely weekend in Oxford. Met up with the usual suspects at the Oxford Sandwich Company, then to Keble for Angharad and Tristam's wedding. The service was a little liturgically odd ("Thine Be The Glory" in Lent?); the sermon was the only one I've ever heard preached including a brief history of the discovery of titanium, but neither of these was as odd as the mosaic of a large crucified serpent, surrounded by little snakes with Disneyfied pigeons' wings, and Moses in one corner with light shining from where the Hebraically confused would have put his horns.
Then met up with my brother James and went to Wadham for him to meet a friend at her Graduation Tea; to the Turl, a couple of drinks with James' friend Christine; she's a researcher for the Scottish Liberal Democrats, I'd been reading Clinton's autobiography all the way down, so policy was wonked. Took James to a quick Italian supper, then met up with Tim Ricketts and his wife for a lift to the barn near Wantage where the reception was held.
Chatted, drank free wine and charged-for port, and barn-danced exuberantly. Possibly too exuberantly at one point; twirling round and round with great enthusiasm and a rather small partner, centrifugal force demonstrated itself and I flew through the air and landed on my back. Back to James' house for the night.
The next day, got up and ate croissants, bought a chicken, went into town with James and watched Hotel Rwanda; a film that leaves you furious as you leave the theatre, pointing out that in this case the US, the UK and France were all unambiguously on the wrong side. Tried to find things to read about contemporary Rwanda afterwards; AllAfrica's coverage is mostly about the genocide trials, the Kigali New Times is a bit more varied. There's something very sad about a country where growing half a tonne of mushrooms (link may become wrong soon) is enterprise enough to get into the national news.
Dismembered and stewed the chicken, then managed to spend four hours getting back the forty miles to Cheltenham by a circuitous route (Reading, Swindon, three quarters of an hour in a waiting room), after the taxi to take me to the convenient bus failed to turn up.
Disappearance: I've got a van booked at noon today, so need to dismantle all my furniture. Which means removing the things on top of it, including the minimac. No idea what connectivity I've got at the new house; there's a modem in the box, so probably there'll be no noticable interruption.
Then met up with my brother James and went to Wadham for him to meet a friend at her Graduation Tea; to the Turl, a couple of drinks with James' friend Christine; she's a researcher for the Scottish Liberal Democrats, I'd been reading Clinton's autobiography all the way down, so policy was wonked. Took James to a quick Italian supper, then met up with Tim Ricketts and his wife for a lift to the barn near Wantage where the reception was held.
Chatted, drank free wine and charged-for port, and barn-danced exuberantly. Possibly too exuberantly at one point; twirling round and round with great enthusiasm and a rather small partner, centrifugal force demonstrated itself and I flew through the air and landed on my back. Back to James' house for the night.
The next day, got up and ate croissants, bought a chicken, went into town with James and watched Hotel Rwanda; a film that leaves you furious as you leave the theatre, pointing out that in this case the US, the UK and France were all unambiguously on the wrong side. Tried to find things to read about contemporary Rwanda afterwards; AllAfrica's coverage is mostly about the genocide trials, the Kigali New Times is a bit more varied. There's something very sad about a country where growing half a tonne of mushrooms (link may become wrong soon) is enterprise enough to get into the national news.
Dismembered and stewed the chicken, then managed to spend four hours getting back the forty miles to Cheltenham by a circuitous route (Reading, Swindon, three quarters of an hour in a waiting room), after the taxi to take me to the convenient bus failed to turn up.
Disappearance: I've got a van booked at noon today, so need to dismantle all my furniture. Which means removing the things on top of it, including the minimac. No idea what connectivity I've got at the new house; there's a modem in the box, so probably there'll be no noticable interruption.
