Back from Belgium, and also from a punting weekend in Oxford, with no major casualties, diplomatic incidents or impromptu dips in the Cherwell on my part. May well write something longer next week when I should be WORKING, but suffice it to say that Belgium was v. good, with lots of lovely people and beer, and that the weather alternated between hot and humid and thundery. Yecch. Feeding of the assembled mass of second-week Belgians was accomplished primarily by the beautiful and talented , while I lurched around in the background like an onion-chopping Igor (“How thmall should Igor chop… Read More »