Snow this morning, though it didn’t last. Yesterday we went to see Mr Foote’s Other Leg with Hania, Gaia, Paul and Christine. First act had me fidgeting a bit, but the second was profoundly moving. It’s astounding just how busy London can be on a Saturday.
Otherwise last week was something of a scramble. That said, I keep finding myself saying to people that I feel like Sisyphus on a good day. For several years, it seems, we have been pushing not just a rock uphill, but rubble. But now, suddenly, it feels as if the rubble is coming together into a rock, which appears to be cresting some sort of rise.
The week involved meetings with the likes of GlobeScan (Chris Coulter), Generation (Colin le Duc), Futerra (mainly Ed Gillespie and Soli Townsend) and The Crowd (with Jim Woods and 6-7 of his team coming to lunch). Great teleconferences with the UN Global Compact and, on related themes, with the Business for Peace Foundation in Oslo.
More anon, but we are in the process of building an ‘Exponential Sustainability’ consortium. So far the responses have been extremely positive. Over the weekend, I have also been sending out the first wave of invitations to some fairly iconic people in the field, with requests that they join us in the endeavour. Some have already said yes.
On Friday, I went across to Somerset House and the Courtauld Institute with Elaine to see the Tintin exhibition, which was small (three rooms) but reminded me of just how much I loved Hergé’s books and design as a child. Then across to a nearby travel surgery to get a belated flu injection, ahead of what looks like a fairly travel-intensive year.
Holiday reading spree has continued, to a degree, including finishing off today both Tom Mitchell’s utterly delightful The Penguin Lessons and When the Professor Got Stuck in the Snow, by Dan Rhodes. At times, the latter was laugh-out-loud, though perhaps it’s no accident that Rhodes’ first entry in his Acknowledgements refers to Gilbert & Sullivan.