The Sage was in London today so I had to amuse myself. Happily, he arrived home before 5 and has amused me ever since.
I watched the Boat Race. The Sage supports Cambridge and I support Oxford. We are both highly partisan, but extremely polite and so have to pretend not to be interested at all. Cambridge were on the side of the river that should have ensured they won, but they didn’t. I casually told the Sage, giving The Other Place (my father would actually not mention its name and I never visited Cambridge in his lifetime) full credit for a valiant attempt. When I was a child, a bottle of champagne was placed in the fridge on Boat Race day and fetched out in time for the race – but if Cambridge won, it was silently put away again. Since Oxford rarely won in the ’60s, the champagne mostly lived to sparkle another day.