On the Tram

While I was on the tram this afternoon, a disembarking man - following the others filing off, gave me a tap on the shoulder, and with a morbid tone, dictated: "Excuse me... You're in the way!" I thought it was a horrid thing to say. It's not because I wasn't aware of taking up particularly much room, but I felt treated like a soul-less chair - to look someone coldly in the eye, and tell them that you wished that their presence did not exist? How can you do that? To anyone? Greetings, I detest you.

Anyway, something lighter courtesy of the Anglicans in Sydney - referring to next year's event as the 'World Roman Catholic Youth Day'.

As usual, lots of good things about. Father Ian Ker visiting the Institute and Library at present - nice to experience something of Oxford. I have papers to write again. It's good. O Crux, ave. Spes unica.