Why I'm blogging instead of getting tore into the olives and bread that have just arrived on the table, I don't know - other than because Neil has his mac and I'm at the kind of happening when people do this sort of thing. We're in Centotre, a lovely Italian restaurant on George Street in Edinburgh, and it has wifi and it seems a shame not to use it.
Anyway, this is TeachMeet07, and it took me 4 hours to get here, and people are pouring in to join us and if I don't stop soon and eat and olive I'll miss out. And if I try to blog after eating olives Neil will never let me near his Mac again, so better not. The wine is red, the conversation wired, and dinner has been ordered.