Norm Geras is my hero

Why? Not for his excellent blog, nor for his recommendations for Jazz CDs and books, nor for his academic output, not even for his role in the Euston Manifesto. No, what matters to a person of a certain shape is food. The bank holiday weekend meant that I could venture out for a curry on Sunday. He had mentioned the Great Kathmandu on Burton Road in his blog so it was time to cross the canal into South Manchester and see for myself. The meal was magnificent and I am salivating at the memory. Wonderful. I am forever in his debt.