DIARY 31 - CAMBRIDGE TALK

David and I were in the centre of Cambridge, walking past Kings Parade, heading in the general direction of Heffers. Hoping, above all, to have a quiet coffee in Cafe Nero, undisturbed by the rabble and squeals of undisciplined babies. On our way we passed a huddle of retired Cambridge types, casually attired, talking loudly and animatedly,in over cultivated vowel sounds. One braying laugh was broken by a sentence ' You know Charles - small man. grey hair, into semiotics'. Only in Cambridge could you hear such talk.