Monday, January 11, 2010

In Norn Iron

I'm in Belfast for work and had a very pleasant dinner (Poulet a la Grandmere since you ask) with a colleague and his friend (who had to leave us to dance the Argentinian Tango, which she does every Monday).

The talk was the hapless Mrs Robinson. It's like watching a car crash. Poor woman, poor man, poor family. Poor, frail, fallen human nature.

Go and sin no more, as someone once said.

To all of us.



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