I have to say that I think that I, and my fellow St. Badgerian, Mr J F Cat of this parish, have aged better (me better than him, obviously, due to my regular cold showers and paying tramps to flagellate me with birch twigs). Although you won't be able to see the piccie in the on-line version of the Indy, you will just have to take my word for it.
Life everyone who went to Oxford who becomes a writer, she sighs that she didn't actually dislike it that much. I think it is compulsory.
I have located her on my fresher's photo, taken on the day of matriculation, when we were blindfolded and dropped onto the west-bound District line tracks. There were few casualties our year.
I have to say I don't remember her at all, my combination of painful shyness and disdain for humanity means that I didn't particularly have much to do with people in the college.
