Monthly Archives: September 2022

The dignified and the efficient

Once, I nearly bought his book.  A paperback edition, it was not unduly expensive. Flicking through the pages, though, it seemed very dry and very precise prose. It didn’t capture the imagination of a young undergraduate and was put back … Continue reading

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Seventy years – how did she do it?

6th February 1952- 8th September 2022. More than seventy years, how did the late Queen put up with it for seventy years? Some fifteen years ago, I had the privilege of spending ten days at Saint George’s House within the … Continue reading

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Earliest memories

A friend suggested writing a memoir. ‘What of?’ I asked. More important than memoirs are memories. Memoirs might, or might not, interest someone else (mine would fall into the latter category). Memories, on the other hand, can be deeply important … Continue reading

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Sucked into a black hole

I like the word ‘vortex,’ it has about it much more a sense of excitement than is conveyed by its definition in the realm of physics. A friend attended Sussex University at the end of the 1970s. They were times … Continue reading

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