Boy did we have something to celebrate! PT and I took possession of the enormous office on the other side of the D corridor, with its fabulous views over the verdant countryside. I was yet to furnish my end of the room. I could tell it would take some time given that my new space was twice the size of the whole of D30. PT, in contrast, had set to work quickly. He’d installed a blue faux marble fireplace and covered the floor with a swirly green carpet. What filled him with pride, however, was the art work rescued from a skip in East Lothian that now graced the east wall at his end of the room. The pictures included an eighteenth century oil painting of a ship in full sail, and a number of water colours of ancient Greece. The highlight of the collection portrayed famous twentieth century academics in robes, loitering at the Acropolis. PT pointed out dead historian AJP Taylor lolling against a column.

Meanwhile I was obliged to sort out some fall-out from the last exam board. I overheard a member of registry staff field a complaint from an Indian student that the Knowledge Management exam was unfair because one of the questions required knowledge of Eastern approaches to KM. Evidence was required to demonstrate that this had been covered in the module. I whipped out the module reader and pointed to the relevant papers.

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My school friend GT drove, while CW (one of my QMUC graduates) and I sat in the back. We laughed like drains as CW mocked Sir Paul McCartney’s mispronunciation of common words. He wouldn’t have minded: CW was one of his best friends.