I had a new coachee in Chinatown yesterday afternoon; he goes to The Mine. I gather from talking to MK, who teaches Science to the new coachee, on Monday that Delenio is now in Cambridge pursuing his French heretics; the coachee recalled the talk Delenio gave at an assembly at The Mine a couple of years back, where he had recommended following one’s curiosity wherever it may lead, unexpected directions in D’s case. The coachee did not recall the talk last year by D’s ABC (as in broadcasting, not ethnicity) classmate. Perhaps the coachee was away that day. He was impressed by my being able, at this first tuition session, to look him up on my laptop and tell him how he had performed in literacy in 2005, what his mother tongue was, and how long he had been in Australia. No, not magic: just that my Mine dossiers are still on board here. In fact I have a new round of literacy tests for the current Year 7 waiting for processing right now…
Yesterday’s events were streamed live to classes at The Mine, apparently.
After coaching I went up to Oxford Street hoping to see Sirdan and The Empress at The Midnight Shift. They had arrived back in Australia yesterday morning. The Empress was there, but Sirdan had gone home. The Empress was carrying two original William Hogarth prints he had picked up in London, including this one:
That is in the Tate Gallery, of course, and given The Empress did not steal it I gather his print is either another 18th century copy, or (I suspect) a modern print from the original plates. I suspect that because the paper is in such excellent condition. He had “Beer Street” as well. Great things to have though.
Sirdan telephoned me while I was in the pub. We are meeting for Sunday lunch, and perhaps M is coming too. If so, I can just sit back and listen to travellers’ tales going back and forth. (Tierra del Fuego and Antarctica, not to mention Copacabana Beach and Machu Picchu, probably trump London, Amsterdam and Hong Kong. 😉 )