At Christ Church for the Oxford Literary Festival.

Jason and I met like ships passing in the night three years ago, and met again this weekend, to offer brief talks on self publishing from the same platform. As we were competing with Hilary Mantel and Jack Straw we did not expect a large turn out but it was, in fact, fully booked. (All those who would rather have been in the Sheldonian!)

Had a solitary walk in the dark through familiar haunts, and a glass of wine before realizing I had been locked out of the bastion portal, but somehow the silly plastic swipe key that looked like a toy (for the over fives) managed to release the Tudor gate for entry. Granted I was relieved, ( the snow and a night walking about did not appeal) but it seemed all wrong that tradition could be defied by something so cheap and nasty.

Anyway here we are

But Oxford at night is always magic.

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