The Windy City

Crikey, Chicago is cold. I'm here on the way to San Jose for a meeting tomorrow, and just stepped outside for a cheeky smoke. Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey, as my Dad would say. Boston's postively Mediterrenean by comparison.

Quick update on the speed-dating: I didn't put anyone down for a second date in the end - just friendships, from which I have already secured a Halloween party invitation for next week. She wants me to come as James Bond...