Back from Ireland. I must stop eating lobster smothered in butter. But those trolley dollies with their heaps of cream and custard and berries! Agggh. Croquet is not, may I add, an aerobic activity...Just read Forster's first, Where Angels Fear to Tread - a bit odd stylistically. Does anyone else have any thoughts on his sentimental-ironic melodramatic tonal shifts? Also enjoyed the first 95% of Netherland, until the cornball London Eye/ family values ending. A missed opportunity to create a true classic. Still, I actually find cricket bearable after that.