as i write somthing wicked seems to have come the way of the brit oval which is a terrible shame. as could be clearly heard in memoriam at the last test match i am sure fred trueman would declare this "just not cricket". i have recently had the pleasure of the company of my favourite peripatetic belgian which has been a blessed relief from a slightly teadious run of studying. one diverting excursion took me to tapas brindisa last night to sample the extremes of the sherry specturum in some pleasent surroundings. i should try to watch as many carol reed films as you can if i were you.