A rare treat for me yesterday evening, albeit at the cost of an arduous three and a half hour drive down to the East Kent coast.
The treat was a dinner party at the home of fellow Libertarian Sean Gabb, his lovely wife Andrea and capitalist-buccaneer radical Rebecca Baty.
Sean and his wife live in the old garrison town of Deal, from where, on a sufficiently clear day, you can just see the coast of France; a fact which must have concentrated 18th Century English minds wonderfully.
The place reeks of history. Aside from the smattering of satellite dishes, the winding alleyways (too narrow to drive a car down) and huddled regency houses impress one that neither the topography nor fabric of the place has much changed since Napoleon glowered malevolently across the Channel.
It was a splendid and rousing evening. Stimulated for the most part by the sheer clarity of Sean’s thought processes, I drove home with a mind wrought giddy with ideas, the fresh blood of which has now begun to coagulate into something like A Manifesto for a Pragmatic British Libertarian. Presumptuous I know, but that won’t stop me working on it. Though a snappier title would not come amiss.
“It was a splendid and rousing evening. Stimulated for the most part by the sheer clarity of Sean’s thought processes, I drove home with a mind wrought giddy with ideas, the fresh blood of which has now begun to coagulate into something like A Manifesto for a Pragmatic British Libertarian. Presumptuous I know, but that won’t stop me working on it. Though a snappier title would not come amiss.”
We enjoyed it too. looking forward to the Manifesto.