Ah, the joys of a plan coming together. I did indeed feel like Hannibal when we all ended up at Edin's on the same night.
We argued about Cutting for Stone, by Abraham Verghese. A book with a phenomenal amount of medical detail; all scrupulously accurate, according to our many experts. It had us rushing to the interweb to become instant experts on Italio-Abyssinian relations. Go on, ask us anything.
In other news, we lined up a whole raft of books and dates for the future. It was a remarkable case of planning, the like of which will never be seen again. Until the autumn, anyway.
And from next month, we will be meeting in Edin's - but downstairs. Yes, they have a comfy lower floor, without the noise of other less literate geniuses than ourselves. We'll be in our own little secret lair, awaiting the Bat-signal flying over Market Square. At which point we'll either turn into avenging angels, or just order some more wine.
