Day 239

Phoned the bloke at Weffolk university who Dad said he knew. He had no idea who I was and even when he did cotton on I had to improvise and ask for a Cognitive Science course description for 1993-94.

Carl rang up at 6pm asking me to print his CV if he sends it - agreed. Then J rang and we went to the Green Man. I quizzed the landlord about these Christmas Eve/New Year tickets. Will go down there Wednesday and get them. All this planning really does erode the fun of the CE/NY thing.

In the 1940s the Croats torture and kill half a million Serbs in Hitler's concentration camps - in the 1990s the Serbs take revenge. Only the latter attracts censure...