My mate Seb

He's still Seb. A bit broader; it's all the rowing.
Instant familiarity, only thing left was to fill in the gaps; first night life-style gaps, second night emotional gaps, third night philosophy, and fourth sport. Done.
I really hope I can visit him in Cambridge before he leaves, pimms and champagne with some punting, Sunday afternoon tea and cake, watch some rowing, get a tux and sample a dinner-ball, all the while surrounded by ... well Cambridge quite frankly.

Climbing in the bleau back in 2003, didn't I have lovely hair!