6 ft 4” and stupid

I knocked myself out in a pub the other day. It’s not the first time, and I wasn’t brawling, promise. Instead, it’s an occupational hazard of living in Oxford as a 6 ft 4” man, who never quite remembers how tall he is. If you’ve ever been to a watering hole in Oxford city centre, […]

A Mere Baron…

I had a real surprise at dinner the other day. I’d arranged to meet a friend for a bite to eat in London, and while I was hotfooting my way over there, I had a text from him: “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve invited someone else along”. It seemed slightly odd – I’ve […]