Today I start a maths course at Southport college. I hated maths at school but now that I have mastered (almost) the most killerish of the killer sudokus I feel ready to forget the past and move on. While lying on the Arcadia’s sundeck I listened (in between falling asleep) to ‘In Our Time’ podcasts - one was all about antimatter and how maths equations can tell us more about nature than we already know - deep stuff when all around me were sipping cocktails and playing quoits. So this morning I begin to re-learn maths. I wonder if I’ve got enough years left to get onto antimatter. I told the artist son that the course lasts for six weeks and he’s told me to take plenty to eat and drink.
