Had a lovely weekend in Oxford. Walked round St Johns College which is allegedly the richest in Oxford (Blair went there) and so everything is heavily subsidised. Wonderful college. More intellect and geekisim in that square mile than most on the planet I would imagine. Didn't see anyone walking around with a teddy bear, being murdered. Visited Ashmolean and gazed at Cezanne, a Van Gough and a Lautrec.
Lovely meeting up with school friends I've known since eleven. We know each others history and know if things are OK whatever the other is saying. Its irrelevant really if we say its good or isn't. We know the truth. Thats what long friendships are about. An almost telepathic knowing that whatever is said, we know who each other is. Words are superfluous. More so, because we trust each other. More than we do ourselves. I think, thats rare.
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