30th May: How I had a drink with Richard Dawkins

Due to the lack of accomodation in Dumfries, it wasn't that surprising to come across the Professor in the bar at the Station Hotel after his lecture. Isabelle advised that buying the Professor a drink would be naff, but in the end "Junior" bought him a half pint of cider and a packet of dry roasted peanuts.

After some conversation, the subject came up as to whether he should feel scared at all? To which he answered "Should I be?" For all Professor Dawkins knew, Isabelle could have been an assassin sent with full Papal authority. In fact, any member of our party could have been a shoe bomber, particularly the young lad with very thick platform soles. Mr Franklin, judging by appearances alone, could easily pass for any brand of fundamentalist looney ...