Fuddland

A fun weekend meeting up with people I’d not seen for between five and three years, mostly consisting of “Whatever happened to…?”- and “Do you remember when we…?”-type conversations, with the notable exception of a chat I had with the girlfriend of one of these old friends.

We were drunkenly extolling the virtues of Radio 4 — basically listing all our favourite shows — and after she mentioned The Archers she went on a little rant about how terrible the new Brian Eno remix of the theme-tune is. She was genuinely surprised — and I think a little embarrassed — when I told her that was just an April Fool’s Day joke [luckily bsag had primed me earlier in the week]. Obviously I didn’t rib her mercilessly about it when we all met up again for lunch on Sunday. [Much.]