Moscow in the dark

October 1979: I was still, or again, (depending on which way you looked at it) studying at The Queen's College Oxford. The college offered me the exalted and ridiculous-sounding position of Vir Probatus (Junior Dean) if I abandoned the slum that was 41 Bullingdon Road and moved into James Stirling's (in)famous Florey Building on St…

Lost thesis

Complete works of Pardo Bazán

A couple of months ago I was introduced to the new Chair of the Camberwell Society, who teaches Modern Languages at a local school. It transpired that he had studied Spanish at Exeter University; we talked about the late professor there, Maurice Hemingway, who had examined my MLitt thesis many, many years ago. A few…

Enjoy Yourself, it’s Later Than You Think

Jools Holland's Hootenanny closed, as ever, with this simple ditty. (As regards the show itself, I didn't enjoy myself very much. Very few plums among the duff. George Ezra? Please explain his popularity because I don't get it. Who buys this stuff? Even the Teletubbies' songs were more interesting.) The "enjoy yourself" bit is important,…