I'm still going through the whole "hey I'm back in the UK, would you like to meet up?" phase. Met up with Paul Burton and his wife Emma-Jane, who I've known since my PhD period.
They were off to see a play I wanted to see (One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest) that I was unable to get tickets for. Apparently it was very good, which is just fine and dandy.
And look, I've decided to take on the appearence of a grinning hunchback.