Admittedly not to quite the full extent of last year’s – but on the upside no one wound up in hospital this time, and no string of events which will lead to me being effectively completely shut down for the best part of the coming year were set in train. Which is always good.
On the downside, my Ixus disappeared – I won’t say explicitly that Wouters stole it because, however plausible, this theory can’t be proven beyond reasonable doubt – so there are no pictures. But a lot of audio was captured, and it’s great.
I’ve produced a full transcript of the above clip, in the vague hope that this might help others to appreciate it almost as much as I do.
And this is me the morning[*] after:
[*] Morning, afternoon, whatever.