“Oh, theres a traffic jam ahead, I better slow down”
“Hmm that guy behind seems to be getting awful close”
“You’ve pulled back a bit now I can see your lights on full beam”
“Actually I was slowing down because there was a traffic jam ahead”
“Shame you’re so close to me that you can’t actually see the traffic ahead”
“Oh, thats nice, bright lights”
“I’m going the same speed as the guy in front of me, and the guy in front of him (and we’re all going faster than the speed limit)”
“Yes, I could pull out of the way of your bright lights but you’re so close to me that actually mostly they’re just lighting up my brakelights rather than shining in my eyes”
“Oh, you could, of course swerve into the middle lane to overtake me on the inside”
“And then you could swerve back in front of me again”
“And slam your brakes on as hard as they’ll go”
“Good job my ABS is working today”
“I didn’t see that one coming at all”
“Oh look, there seems to be someone in front of you doing the same speed as me”
“I hope you feel better for all of that endangering”
…
“Its three miles later and you’re still only 200 yards ahead of me”
I love the M25.
A fine finish to a fine weekend….purple_pen wanted a little more detail on last nights festivities….
It all started at the lodge, as is often the case. “You’re here for the party?” “Yes, thats right” There was no clue whos party, I could be anyone, the party could be anyone. I am furnnished with a little map with a handy squiggle describing how to get to the function room.
Its a bad start when I take the wrong turn away from the lodge window and end up looking for a gate where there isn’t one. Back around, under the arch, across the quad, into the building (come round the roundabout, give it ‘andful).
“Hello Andy”, I’m greeted by edlings father. I’m the first of Eds friends to arrive, so mill around introducing myself to random members of his family until I recognise some faces.
There are two, maybe more, birthdays being celebrated, Eds and his fathers, so its a strange mix of people from two generations. Ours, of course, didn’t turn up on time. Even Ed was fashionably late. The whole affair was rather more sedate than I’d expected, with a nice crowd of people – everyone seemed really friendly and easy to talk to.
(incidentally the Hardy-Littlewood conjecture describes the probablistic distribution of twin-primes)
The room itself is in a new extension to the old Trinity library, this part of the building is, maybe, twenty years old, but is leant an air of the older buildings by havings its walls covered with leather bound volumes describing various histories and voyages.
There was food and cake cutting and wine and speeches and all of the kinds of things you would expect from such an event.
We stayed to help clear up (a little) since we were staying in the halls (Ed, I still owe you some money, don’t I?), and I, for one, needed leading across the quads to where I was staying.
This morning, after moving my car from the convenient street parking outside the college gate (since they only allow one hour parking there even on Sunday morning) we all went for breakfast in the dining room.
I have never seen such a poorly thought out table arrangement, must be somehow traditional. Even with just the thirty of us the place was incredibly noisy, I imagine the full compliment of 200-odd people it must be capable of seating would make an unbelievable racket.
After food we went outside and tried to get some idea of the history of the place, but that mainly consisted of reminiscenses (sp? rememberings) of being rude to the Balliolite next door.
Neros coffee were being so inefficient at serving that, although there was no space for our party of six when we arrived there was no trouble accomodating us by the time we got served….I think ordering complicated things like ‘large mocha extra espresso’ on a sunday morning is just asking for trouble.
Then I found redkitty23 outside her flat fixing the indicator on her new (old) mini, met her new hamsters (T9 doesn’t know this word, or any sensible variation on it?). Good to see her again, after missing her last time I was in Oxford.
Now, I’m back to Kent, probably heading up to Cambridge househunting in the middle of the week.
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