Yesterday walked across a burgeoning Regents Park from Primrose Hill to Baker Street to have a cup of tea with JS, Dean of Degrees at an Oxford college.
JS looked very soigne in suit and waistcoat, sitting at the kitchen table of his mansion flat, arranging broad beans. He was checking out one of the Pyrgic Puzzles which appears in the Guardian, and which I illustrated for about ten years. JS was extremely ill last year, and indeed looked rather thin – he said he had lived on Worcester sauce for a while. His conversation was as entertaining and acerbic as ever.
I’m sure that heron would have an acerbic wit too, if he could talk …