7 minutes before hitting da sack

Totally knackered . Been travelling and haven’t caught a wink in the last 72 hours. On her majesty’s service and all.

The good part is all the flanerie has made me come up with the answer to the question which V had left me lingering last week?
What would be one book and one piece of music I would wish to be marooned with in an island?
a. Ulysses ( which comes with a free unabridged oxford dix )
b. Beethoven’s 9th esp. the fourth chorus — two of the absolute marvels which reaffirms my belief in humanity and the expanse of the wild universe.

Other news include: have done with the lectures to the medical students and in fact got better feedback than expected for my vagrant preparation.(  Father , I want to confess :I had put up slides  while on the cab) .  The other talk continues with usual fervour.

And O mailed with the sweet news that the poems were accepted. This would be mine first batch across the pond.

Amongst other things M may drop by from Paris da weekend, but isnt sure. yet. Volte face? and finally we are dispensed with reality shows and bimbettes for now at least.

Lot more awaits for tomorrow
So dear reader,
Off I go.