Where, What and How
I happen to be the Captain of the Harvard Medical School Cricket Team. Unfortunately, due to a complicated assortment of reasons, I am currently the only member. Once or twice a month some student, staff or faculty member writes to me and asks if they can try out for the team and I always have to write back and say with great regret that unfortunately we are not currently taking any applicants.
In Defense of Libraries
Damn it, I am in a library again. I took the train from London to Oxford; I walked around a bit and saw some things. Obviously I looked at the university buildings - all very nice etcetera - but, please don't think I am being nit-picky here, some of them were a little bit old.
Devilish Curiosity
I remember it clearly, as if it all happened yesterday. Tony and I were playing chess and I was winning, which is no surprise to me because in all my memories I win at chess. I shouldn't say so, of course, because you'll start wondering if I'm a reliable narrator and this is, unfortunately, an absolutely true story. I always tell the truth here. That's what makes it all so distressing.
The Petrol Station Incident
It was around that time that I befriended Ruban. He was a student who stacked shelves at my local Safeway during the graveyard shift (a job I deeply envied, by the way) and we'd sometimes hang around late at night in the car park, smoking cigarettes and talking seriously about the seriousness of life.
Blueberry Scone and Tall Americano
I am not a man who likes to perpetuate myths about himself but I can't exactly help it if fate herself has decreed that I must be an International Man of Mystery. So I like to share my occasional indignities with the world so you'll see that in many ways I am just like you, though I might have slightly better hair.