The Director and Blog Master of the LA, together with their women and children, spent a most enjoyable and productive weekend in Southport. What we agreed will be revealed in due course through our actions. Otherwise, we went about our business in most of the charity shops in the town, and discussed the total failure in this country of every libertarian project, not excepting our own. We agreed that Google Books was the best thing for civilisation since the Internet itself, and exchanged pdf libraries. At the same time, bearing in mind the impending collapse of civilisation, and the probable failure of electricity supply, we agreed not to get rid of any of our books.
The only fly in this most delightful ointment was the extreme congestion of the English motorway network. Going up, it took six hours to get along the M25/M1/M6. Coming down, we spent three hours on the M6 alone. In the olden days, the whole journey could have been covered in a first class railway carriage, with one change of engine at York, and smart waitresses in the dining carriage. The journey could have taken place in black and white, with Joyce Grenfell, Herbert Lom and Alastair Sim to assist or oppose in a plot to deliver England to an unspecified foreign power. Charles Hawtree could have had a cameo as the ticket inspector. Instead, I had to recover myself with burnt coffee in the Clackett Lane Services, while Baby Bear ran about, taking photographs with my mobile telephone.
