Small world - bumping into Bill

[M.Blackmore]

Well well well, its a small etc. Dropped into The Trout - a favoured pub 
here in Oxford, up in Wolvercote village, with my daughter (aged 4) and 
partner. Unusually busy. Found the queue for food out the door. On 
wandering along the terrace looking for a table found out why - who should 
be sitting at one of the tables but one William Jefferson Clinton. An 
unannounced visit, and the entourage seemed extensive. 

The English being the English (mostly) were all around with friends and 
family - this being a glorious warm and sunny weekend day - and no-one 
said a word or intruded. I wonder if that would happen anywhere else? 

On being informed that it was not going to be a realistic option to get 
her portion of chips at this pub my daughter piped up in that inimitable 
ego-puncturing manner that only a 4 year old can achieve, scornfully 
remarking "so what's a President and why's he so important anyway?". 

I wonder if she was overheard ... ;->

Ah well. Who next I wonder? Chelsea's supposed to be coming up here next 
autumn. Somehow I don't get an image of the lass pedalling a pushbike up 
the Woodstock Road.