A favourite teenage goddaughter gave me an unusual but practical birthday present – a seduction kit, the three components of which are gratifyingly high end.
At the end of March 2012, I went with my cousin to St Paul’s Cathedral for a service to mark the centenary of Scott’s doomed expedition to the South Pole. My cousin is of an adventurous disposition and had been in Antarctica, qualifying him for two tickets to the service.
In March 2016 I wrote a post about North Atlantic Smaller Companies investment trust, A Matter of Trust. A year later I have bought some shares and I will tell you why.
Since last November George Lyttelton and Rupert Hart-Davis have been my companions at bedtime but all good things come to an end and I have come to the end of their letters. There are more than six hundred and they span some six years.
My maternal grandfather read Theology at St John’s College, Durham and was ordained. He was appointed junior chaplain to the Bishop of Bombay in 1906. Much later he became vicar for West Malling in Kent.
Some years ago, I would need to check an old passport to be more precise, I flew on an airline that had an unfortunate history. In one day in 1968 they lost three Comet 4C’s, two Caravelles, a Boeing 707, and their only Vickers VC10 and Viscount.