Gordon is visiting from San Francisco!
Yesterday I met him near Russell Square to attend an event called Cheese Never Sleeps at the Horse Hospital.
During the course of the party I fell into conversation with a writer named Michael Collins and liked him so much asked if he would like to be my Official New Best Friend.
He agreed, contingent on me revealing my deepest, darkest secret – and I complied.
We stood around eating cheese and laughing and when we could corner Iain my New Best Friend (TM) described to him at length how we would gradually edge him out of the picture and then drop him completely.
Gordon (and later Rachel when she heard) protested over their relative friendship status. I pointed out that Old Best Friends generally know my phone number.
Iain suggested NBF should marry me and I think we both agreed it would be a good plan, though I can’t remember exactly since it was getting so late, and of course I’m opposed to the institution of marriage on principle.
Someone started talking about foreskins and since I’ve never encountered one in my dating life I surveyed the assembled crowd as to their circumcision status.
Everyone who travels under a particular passport answered in amazement Of course, I’m American!
The British claimed to be mostly intact.
I’m already ramshackle and the weekend is really just starting, but on the train back to Cambridge Gordon served up presents! Tamari almonds, yum!