Wednesday Night, Thursday Morning

Have to write two lectures. One for Thursday. One for Friday. But someone else must see Friday's as they'll give it too.

Don't get out the pub until 8.45. Didn't want to snub B by leaving as he turned up. Then talked to Pete the Fish. Had offered him my stool as I was on my way out soon. Refused it. Then Professor Bob talked to me. Hey, you listen when Fellows of the RSC and members of Pugwash talk at you. It was about his pension. Again.

( time to go )