So we went to St Hugh's bop to sell some legendary truffles that Nachi made with passion and some pretty average cookies that I made with a pre-made powder (but I added a personal touch: two shots of Captain Morgan in the pre-mix). We raised about 60 quid -- neither awesome nor tragic -- and felt uncomfortable asking drunk people for money.
For me, a big part of this trip is about looking into some parts of human nature laid bare, that I don't know much about (and might not want to know much about). Last night we got a preview. A guy who, if there was a "dickhead of the year" contest, would be in with a shot at the crown, grabbed a couple of the cookies, stuffed them in his ugly face without paying, laughed and walked off and decided to push one of us on the way. Nice. But just as I was considering kicking him hard in the crotch and running away, his friend, who we hadn't met, came out of nowhere, apologised for him and dropped two pounds in the cup. What a ripsnorter.
The best and the worst that mankind can offer, all inside of 2 metres squared and 30 seconds. Welcome to the jungle.
Dan
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