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I think this is pretty significant and rather hopeful.

First, of course the first side to state a number will end up having to move towards the other side. The consensus around Brussels is that the final figure is likely to be €60bn, but allowing the €100bn to unofficially circulate was smart tactics. If the UK’s opening offer is €40bn (rather than zero, as it was previously), we will likely reach a figure that both can live with in the end. (Probably nearer the €60bn because the EU has prepared better.)

Second, if the UK line is now that they will only pay if they get a trade deal, that is not really very far from the EU line that they can only have a trade deal if they pay.

Third, of course it is not true that the EU is refusing to talk about trade until it has “reached a settlement” on the three priority issues (money, citizens’ rights and the Irish border). The criterion is that the negotiations must make “sufficient progress”, a much weaker test; this is because the EU27 need to be satisfied that the British are negotiating in good faith, and at present there is considerable doubt about that.

It looks from here as if the UK government is presenting the EU’s position as much more hardline than it really is, and a gullible press is uncritically accepting this line, thus enabling the British to present their inevitable caving in to the EU’s real conditions, when it comes in due course, as a famous diplomatic victory.

This is all relatively good news, in that the chances of a catastrophic hard Brexit are being reduced and we are left the the merely awful spectacle of Brexit with some form of trade deal. But the work seems to have barely started on this in Whitehall.

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Asking a manager

One of my guilty pleasures is the Ask A Manager blog, written by Alison Green. Other people’s problems are always grimly fascinating, but in particular in the artificial environment of the workplace, where people may come across problems that they would never encounter with family or friends and be at a loss as to how to react, the commentary of a sympathetic expert (combined with the awfulness of the problem reported) can be gripping and thought-provoking. (And the thought it provokes is thankfulness that it isn’t me on either side of the transaction being discussed.)

Humanity is flawed, and people at work particularly so. The compelling entries of Ask A Manager are often the readers reporting back on what happened when they followed Alison Green’s advice. Often this means that those who have erred turn out to have got (some of) their just deserts. I give you:

Someone drew genitalia on our intern’s cast, and what happened next

My horse died because of my manager’s carelessness, and what happened next (warning – this one is very sad).

Sometimes she finds herself giving clueless young people a clue, as with:

The CEO’s wife ruined my job prospects, and what happened next

I was fired from my internship for writing a proposal for a more flexible dress code (warning: annoying autoplay video), followed a year later by I was one of the interns fired for writing a proposal for a more flexible dress code.

But sometimes we never find out the end of the story. The one I wonder most about is the inhuman manager who Alison tore apart for complaining that my best employee quit on the spot because I wouldn’t let her go to her college graduation. Did he or she read the column and learn? I hope that the former employee is prospering.

These things are tough. All we can do is hope to make as few visible mistakes as possible as we learn along the way.

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London sights

We took a few days in London at the end of last week to celebrate F’s 18th birthday, renting an AirBNB on Bedford Street between Covent Garden and the Strand; you can’t do much better than that really in terms of localtion. I had to work Wednesday and Thursday, but Anne and F went to Bletchley Park and enjoyed it.

We went to the Clarke Award ceremony on Thursday evening – I was pretty tired and didn’t get around to talking to everyone I wanted to (sorry to those I missed!), but I was rooting for Colson Whitehead’s Underground Railroad and therefore very pleased when it won. It wasn’t easy to hear the Chair of the Judges, but his speech is here and well worth reading.

On Friday morning, F and I went to London Film and Comic Con in Kensington Olympia – not sure that I had ever been there before. Like all gate shows, there was a lot to buy but much less to actually do; we gave it the full morning, I bought some books and he bought some games, and we bailed after lunch. I did get Deep Roy’s autograph, choosing the photo of Mr Sin over the Oompa Loompas.

On Friday afternoon, we took in a slightly random attraction: the Roman amphitheatre under the City of London Guildhall. We were lucky to be there on the very day that the skull of a suspected gladiator went on display, as part of a city-wide season of exhibitions and events about Roman London which runs to the end of October. Strongly recommended if you are in the area (or even if not; we walked there from our flat in about half an hour).

And on Saturday, we fulfilled an old ambition of mine and visited the Tower of London. Yes, there were long queues, and our guided tour group, led by a genuine Beefeater, was around 70 in number which is too big really. But if you have the slightest interest in English (or insdeed Irish) history it’s a fascinating place. It was especially interesting to get there so soon after reading the biography of Katherine Howard and visiting the Leuven exhibitions about Thomas More.

We popped around the corner to St Olave’s Church to try and see Samuel Pepys’ grave and the bust of his wife Elizabeth, but unfortunately it’s closed on Saturdays. Another time.

Foodie notes: Iberia (Georgian)Leong’s Legend (Taiwanese)Wahaca Covent Garden (Mexican).

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July books

Non-fiction: 5 (YTD 30)
1688: A Global History, by John E. Wills
New Europe, by Michael Palin
The Etymologicon, by Mark Forsyth
Austerity Britain, 1945-1951 by David Kynaston
Common People: The History of an English Family, by Alison Light

Fiction (non-sf): 4 (YTD 13)
Robinson Crusoe, by Daniel Defoe
Lives of Girls and Women, by Alice Munro
The Angel Maker, by Stefan Brijs
The Double Deckers, by Glyn Jones

sf (non-Who): 1 (YTD 51)
Sultana's Dream, by Begum Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain

Doctor Who, etc: 15 (YTD 33)
Short Trips: The Quality of Leadership, ed. Keith R.A. DeCandido
Professor Bernice Summerfield and the Glass Prison, by Jacqueline Rayner
Decide Your Destiny: The Spaceship Graveyard, by Colin Brake
Decide Your Destiny: Alien Arena, by Richard Dungworth
Decide Your Destiny: The Time Crocodile, by Colin Brake
Decide Your Destiny: The Corinthian Project, by Davey Moore
Decide Your Destiny: The Crystal Snare, by Richard Dungworth
Decide Your Destiny: War of the Robots, by Trevor Baxendale
Decide Your Destiny: Dark Planet, by Davey Moore
Decide Your Destiny: The Haunted Wagon Train, by Colin Brake
Decide Your Destiny: Lost Luggage, by Colin Brake
Decide Your Destiny: Second Skin, by Richard Dungworth
Decide Your Destiny: The Dragon King, by Trevor Baxendale
Decide Your Destiny: The Horror of Howling Hill, by Jonathan Green
Decide Your Destiny: The Coldest War, by Colin Brake

Comics: 2 (YTD 14)
It's Dark In London, ed. Oscar Zarate
Re-#AnimateEurope: International Comics Competition 2017, ed. Hans H.Stein, by Jordana Globerman, Stefan "Schlorian" Haller, Štepánka Jislová, Noëlle Kröger, Magdalena Kaszuba, Davide Pascutti and Paul Rietzl

5,500 pages (YTD 35,900)
5/27 (YTD 43/142) by women (Light, Munro, Hossain, Rayner, Globerman/Jislová/Kröger/Kaszuba)
1/27 (YTD 14/142) by PoC (Hossain)

Reread: 1 (YTD 8) – Robinson Crusoe

Reading now
Watchmen, by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons (a chapter a month)
The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life, by Erving Goffman
The Help, by Kathryn Stockett
Decide Your Destiny: Claws of the Macra, by Trevor Baxendale

Coming soon (perhaps):
Moon Stallion, by Brian Hayles
QI: The Book of the Dead, by John Lloyd and John Mitchinson
Children are Civilians Too, by Heinrich Böll
Moomin: The Complete Comic Strip by Tove and Lars Jansson
Synners, by Pat Cadigan
The Famished Road, by Ben Okri
The Dancers at the End of Time, by Michael Moorcock
Alexander the Corrector: The Tormented Genius Whose Cruden's Concordance Unwrote the Bible, by Julia Keay
1434: The Year a Chinese Fleet Sailed to Italy and Ignited the Renaissance, by Gavin Menzies
The Past Through Tomorrow, by Robert A. Heinlein
Caprice and Rondo, by Dorothy Dunnett
Antarès, Tome 2 by Leo
The Last Castle, by Jack Vance
Thorns, by Robert Silverberg
A Man of Parts, by David Lodge
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, by Roald Dahl
Corum: The Prince in the Scarlet Robe, by Michael Moorcock
Wolf in White Van, by John Darnielle
Guided by the Beauty of Their Weapons: Notes on Science Fiction and Culture in the Year of Angry Dogs, by Philip Sandifer
The Most Dangerous Book: The Battle for James Joyce's Ulysses, by Kevin Birmingham
The World of Yesterday, by Stefan Zweig
Virginia Woolf, by Hermione Lee
Short Trips: Transmissions, ed. by Richard Salter
A Life of Surprises, by Paul Cornell

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Blink back

So, having recommended Blink so strongly last week, I watched it again at the weekend, and I stand by my recommendation.

Of course I remembered that Louis Mahoney, who plays Old Billy

also appeared twice in Old Who, as a newsreader in the Third Doctor story Frontier in Space

and as dispensable crewman Ponti in the Fourth Doctor story Planet of Evil.

I had forgotten however that Richard Cant, who plays Kathy's grandson Malcolm in Blink

is the son of the late, great Brian Cant, who appeared twice in Old Who – as the doomed Kert Gantry in the first, lost episode of the First Doctor story The Daleks' Master Plan

and then as the equally doomed Chairman Tensa in the Second Doctor story The Dominators.

Blink of course turned out to be just the beginning of the ongoing continuity of the Weeping Angels; but its links go backwards as well as forward.

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Sunday reading

Current
Watchmen, by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons (a chapter a month)
The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life, by Erving Goffman
The Help, by Kathryn Stockett

Last books finished
Common People: The History of an English Family, by Alison Light
Decide Your Destiny: The Horror of Howling Hill, by Jonathan Green
The Double Deckers, by Glyn Jones
Sultana’s Dream, by Begum Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain
Decide Your Destiny: The Coldest War, by Colin Brake

Next books
Moon Stallion, by Brian Hayles
QI: The Book of the Dead, by John Lloyd and John Mitchinson
Short Trips: Transmissions, ed. Richard Salter

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Excursion, 21-22 July (lots of pictures)

21 July is Belgium's National Day, so we went on an excursion to the southeast of the country where visitors are made to feel welcome.


We started off in the small town of Florenville, where one of our number (not me) indulged in the day's special at Don Sergio's, a pizza with an entire Camembert in the middle. As Terry Practhett said, this was "… good solid stuff for a cold morning, all calories and fat and protein and maybe a vitamin crying softly because it was all alone."

The real goal was a hike through a geological park, to a summit called La Roche à l'Appel, jammed up against the border with France. I'd read about it here

It was Belgian National Day, so all the hotels in the neighbourhood were full. Fortunately in this day and age you can check on the country next door, and we nipped across the border to La Sapinière in Remilly-Aillecourt, a bustling cheerful family hotel which made a very decent dinner.

Before dinner, however, we went to Sedan, where the immense castle played such a crucial role in both 1870 and 1940. War has gone, but the castle remains and we got good views of it both inside and outside.

The next day, we decided to head back to Belgium for two major touristy stops. The first was Bouillon, where we had been before but never properly. (It's the town of Other People's Countries.) We were in luck this time, with the castle stunning in the warm sunlight.

There were also numerous birds of prey on display. It put me in mind of another genre quote, this time from T.H. White:

Each hawk or falcon stood in the silver upon one leg, the other tucked up inside the apron of its panel, and each was a motionless statue of a knight in armour. They stood gravely in their plumed helmets, spurred and armed. The canvas or sacking screens of their perches moved heavily in a breath of wind, like banners in a chapel, and the rapt nobility of the air kept their knight’s vigil in knightly patience.

And there were lizards skittering over the stonework.

Our second touristy stop was new to us: the great cave system of Han-sur-Lesse, celebrating its bicentennial. But first it was lunchtime, this time with Boulettes à l'Ardennais on the menu.

To reach the caves you go on a mini tourist train and then queue up in one of two lines, French-speaking or Dutch-speaking. We noticed that there seemed to be a lot more Dutch-speaking visitors.

The caves themselves are justly famous and spectacular. One more genre quote, this time from Douglas Adams:

"We could really, you know – *be* in this cave."
"We *are* in this cave!"

I particularly loved the reflection in the still pool.

After that, we went home and rested, after a busy couple of days.

The map of where we went is here.