Static

Static is not a word that you normally associate with trains – they are definitely nearly always moving. But today I tried out my new radio.

omg the alarm has just gone off in the office – it is SO LOUD! And this is just the warning siren – the evacuate one hasn’t started yet – so I’ll keep typing.

The radio works beautifully on the

Oh bugger – the evacuate siren has just started.

Right. I’m back.

The good thing about evacuation – apparently someone had tried to cook toast – is that you meet up with colleagues you don’t normally see. In this case I caught up with Marshall who like me catches a train into work. His radio doesn’t work either. Oh yes it works beautifully on the platform but as soon as you step on the train – static.

Anyways having commisserated on the radio front, Marsh tells me that Lee Child is coming to town. Now Lee’s books feature a fellow called Jack Reacher – who is your average un-killable, no weapon is a stranger, ex-military police, good guy with a high moral code – apart from the killing thing – and a soft spot for the leddies – or at least the ladies seem to like him. Sort of like an American James Bond without Miss Moneypenny or the gadgets. Anyone fancy coming along to the sundowner?

Oh and the wine evening last night at the University Club? Very nice. Didn’t see anyone there I knew – Dad did though – although I caught up with Cam – Colin Campbell-Fraser – in the cafe as we showed Dad around – turns out he’s the president at the moment. He told us there are now 5000 members – and they budgeted for 2000 – so they are doing much better than expected. Well the club is very nice and not too expensive.

We had dinner in the dining room – also very nice although we were too tanked to need the wine list by then…