I’m off to a reception at Trinity College (Oxford) in a moment, to meet Sir Ivor Roberts, the new President. I was an undergraduate at Trinity. (Perhaps I should say ‘student’, as ‘undergraduate’ implies that I went on to take a further degree, which I did not. Well, I have got a Master’s now, but that's a quirky Oxbridge thing. If it pisses you off, I am delighted to say that that’s one of the reasons I took it.)
I’m looking forward to the reception a lot. I find myself looking back on my college days with increasing fondness. Moreover, Trinity makes a real effort to ensure that former students feel a part of things.
I made a lot of friends at Trinity, but to a large extent my time there was wasted. I should have worked harder. I should have done more extra-curricular things. But I was ravaged and paralysed by mental illness.
The wonderful thing is that I enjoy Oxford and Trinity for what there are NOW. Yes memories are increasingly happy, but I don’t only look back. I don’t dwell on what might have been, I enjoy being a part of Trinity in the present. I wasn’t at all sure that this would happen.
Little did I think I would return to Oxford. How glad I am that I did.
Right, better get dressed up and ready to meet the President. It’s a big moment for both of us.