This will be short because I have to dash off to lunch at a livery company: The Worshipful Company of Ironmongers.
I wouldn’t say I’m exactly besieged with invitations but sometimes they are unusual – at least off my usual grazing ground. I have been asked to lunch at Millwall football club next month. I asked my in-house football and tennis (I know more about curling) expert. R says I should only go if it’s guaranteed I won’t have to meet any Millwall supporters. They are a rough crowd, he says.
I have been asked to join an Election Observation Mission to Northern Ireland for the Assembly elections in May. Unfortunately the dates conflict with other engagements.
Other invitations are what you’d expect: Ashmolean + lunch, Courtauld + lunch. This makes me sound a bit of a scrounger; but sometimes I dip into my sporran and am the host. I think Robert’s right about Millwall supporters …