I visited TPR in his shared student accommodation. The flat was still a dump, but at least the landlord had at last started to replace the rotting flooring.

In the tiny bedroom I worked on my French homework: writing an extended Haiku on the subject of wine. Then, dressed in a red satin dress and black lacy tights, I set off to the National Library of Scotland to meet my tutor and present my verse.

To add authenticity to the performance, I distributed bottles of wine around the library for the readers to enjoy.