Quite day, starting off with a session with Charmian (Love) at Accenture, then on to Generation Investment Management for lunch at The Fishmonger with David Blood, Colin Le Duc, Peter Knight and Lila Preston, then back to Volans, and then by train to Cambridge for the twentieth anniversary for the Cambridge Programme for Industry, held in King’s College. Lovely to see people like Tim O’Riordan and Polly Courtice, but my bat’s ears meant that I couldn’t hear people over the sound of the band – and took off home relatively early. Very much enjoyed reading James Benn’s WWII novel Billy Boyle as I went. Felt 120 by the time I got home, around 23.30, but finished off the book before falling asleep.
Was once again amazed to see Cambridge cyclists at night with no lights. There ought to be a law. People from Volans saw a great deal of blood in the street near the office earlier in the week: it turned out to be from a female cyclist who had been knocked off her bike and killed by a bus. The number of altercations I have had with buses in that stretch of road, from Tottenham Court Road through to Holborn, is legion. It is as if bus drivers pass through some sort of personality warp there, ignoring cycle ways and cyclists. Have often meant to fit a bazooka to my handlebars, but somehow haven’t yet got around to it.
And, in intemperate old age, I found myself wondering whether , instead of dancing the night away in King’s College, we oughtn’t to have a more open discussion about the industries and technologies we would happily bazooka – or dynamite – to ensure a more sustainable world?