In the morning

Managed to sleep at a geographically-appropriate time for a reasonable number of hours, hooray. Strange dreams about decaying European cities, all crumbling brickwork and wine-bar gentrification, featuring Birthday Boy and Oscar and myself all about age 18 (though I didn't meet them until decades later) and the male lead of a marvellous, deeply sad, film that I recently saw called Im Winter ein Jahr, which I'll write about some other time.

Working in Rose Street on the new project and supervising yet another competition, which is being done by a bought-in team of very recent graduates. G and U appear finally to have overcome their Napoleonic need to do everything themselves, they are letting the team work on this with no more than twice-daily discussions. It's turning out well, I think we stand a fair chance of winning this one too.