The book-end of a very nice evening, sitting with my old friend Nikki in Brockwell Park in south-west London, bottle of red-wine in hand, watching the evening light turn to night via deeply purple shades, a new victim to discuss the Matrix universe with. Her views, from a mind very differently trained to mine, adding valuable new textures to the puzzle.
Anyway, enough of my Matrix guff. As I am going to be absent from any blogging tools for the next week-and-a-bit due to reasons that I must keep secret for national security reasons, I am going to pass the reins of control to the capable/culpable hands of Stu and DJ Tim, who may (or may not as the case may be) act as guest editors until my tanned self returns. A lot will have changed by the time I return. I will no longer be working at SOAS. And I will be due to shift my corporeal self away from London and back towards my roots. But I will no doubt still be boring the pants off my reader(s) with Matrix-related bobbins...