An extraordinary evening in New York on Thursday night, at a fund-raising dinner for work, with entertainment including Emmy Lou Harris singing “Imagine” accompanied by Philip Glass on the piano.
I stayed overnight with my cousin in Brooklyn – the first time I’ve been there, and what a contrast it is with New York.
Then last night we had a reception in the State Dept with Colin Powell saying lots of nice things about the organisation and our boss waxing lyrical in return. No doubt thoroughly sincerely, or perhaps not. I went for dinner with two colleagues and one of our board members. The restaurant we chose was looking dubious about seating us, so I told them that one of our party was an ex-prime minister and suddenly a table was found. Of course, that’s a line they probably hear quite often in Washington restaurants.
And today I have to, first, find breakfast and, second, finish editing the Georgia report. At least the hotel has a decent internet connection.