Maw There were several meet-ups at the Ashmolean, but this was the only one I could make and I was late because of the difficulty of parking, even in the Park and Rides.
Only two people attended this one, which was the problem. I would have spoken to any group of three or four people, but the cafe was awash with couples of women, a dozen or more, and after wandering round several times, obviously scanning tables, I hoped someone would realise I was looking for someone and might be the missing person who said they would come and would speak to me.
The problem of going from table to table is that inevitably in these circumstances the people you want are the last or nearly last you approach, I felt I might be mistaken for a beggar or chugger of some kind.