The World is Tiny

So there we were yesterday evening setting up the barbecue in the Wolfson gardens when who should walk past but Michael Lonsdale! "Michael Lonsdale", I hear most of you cry, "who the blinking flip is Michael Fecking Lonsdale?". Well, he's my old boss from Geneva, and something of an eccentric. He's good people. Haven't seen him in about 4 years, so it was very nice of Baby Jesus to arrange this surprise meeting. He's taking me out for lunch next week (Michael, that is, not Baby Jesus).

Today I will be mostly revising. It had to happen some time!