I was taken out to dinner last night by the great and the good. It made a change from watching the feral feeding behaviour of the staff. The restaurant was a small place, but they had agreed to close it off to other patrons for the evening so that we would not be troubled by paparazzi or journalists. The fine Punjabi fare was reminiscent of the meals Dawkins sometimes prepares, but without the finesse. 

I managed to drag myself away at a sensible hour and prepare for a late night call with Barack - this could become tiresome if he insists on calling so late.