I’m just back from Brighton where I had nothing to do with the Labour Party conference, but after some genuinely interesting and productive meetings (I didn’t say that often when I had a proper job), I had drinks and dinner with some delightful ‘Bloggers. Skuds has a report and a photo—the latter taken just as I was peering at the front of his fancy new digital [spits] camera, about to ask him why it wasn’t working. Really flattering that one. Thanks.
(In case you guys were wondering, yes, I got caught in that amazing tropical—and I don’t use the word loosely—downpour as I ran to Brighton station to find that my last train had gone.)