I made it up to Oxford, and to my hotel room, which overlooks the business school, fittingly enough.
The event in London was quite interesting. I’m glad I went, and I met a couple people who it was nice to meet.
The guys who work the coat check desk were two elderly guys who, I swear, were the ones who taught Michael Caine to talk. These guys had accents that Americans would love– not the posh accents used by people named Rupert and Portia, but by the cheeky butler. I had to wonder if they can switch it on for Americans. Maybe they just turn it to eleven, so to speak, when we Yanks are around.