Autumn in New York

...is a terrible film. One of the worst I've ever seen, inflicted on me on a flight back from Japan a few years ago. If you haven't seen it, don't, and if you have seen it, you better have a good excuse.

Still, the reality - by which I mean an actual autumn in New York - is rather more palatable. We've had some glorious weather this week, a real Indian summer in complete contrast to the yukky rainy stuff we had when my Mum was here (as one would expect). Today was perfect, really, although probably a mite too hot for the runners of the New York Marathon.

Two very good friends of mine, Matt Davis (aka Pocket Rocket) and his fiancee, the beguiling Naomi, had decided to come over to NYC to see a friend of theirs who was running the marathon (in a rhino suit, natch) and to catch up with me. It was great to hang out with them - we go back a long way, to those heady days back as 1st years at Wadham all those millenia ago in 1997. We've all moved on a bit since then, I think it's fair to say.

It was a fine day out - the weather and the general atmosphere of the event were most congenial. I didn't know this, but it's apparently standard practice for the runners to put their names on their running suits so the crowd can yell out encouragement. It all leads to a very lively and convivial kind of event, which would probably be all the more so if you were allowed to drink in public here.

Anyway, we have tomorrow and Tuesday off, although I will likely be spending most of it in the library. Term papers and all sorts of nonsense beckon again. But today's photos are reproduced below for your delectation.