Vicky Roupa, who teaches the classical Greek class I attend and shows exemplary patience in the face of our collective ignorance of syntax and failure to practice basic drills, now has a web site. There's a very fine picture of the West Pier, to say nothing of lots of stuff about Hegel.
I visited Fontwell for the first time yesterday, in the company of children and Will's friend Luca, and to meet old friends not seen for a very long time.
Our attempts at fleecing the bookies (we were late arriving so missed the first three races) were as follows:
220: Brave Spirit (Will and me)/All in the Stars (Jo, a winner)/Classic Native (Luca)
255: Kristofferson (Will)/Shaman (me)/Paddy Boy (Jo)/Somewhere My Love (Luca)
330: Romany Dream (Will)/Glenogue (me)/Just Muckin Around (Luca)/Mystical Star (Jo)
400: Festive Chimes (Luca, a winner)/Son of Greek Myth (Will)/Honey's Gift (Jo)/True Mariner (me)
There are some photographs on Flickr.
'The most dangerous man in British librarianship' Anon, 1990s
'An intellectually arrogant Bolshevik'...'his reach exceeds his grasp'
Headmaster, 1972
'Dear Sir,
There is a person on your staff called Tom Roper, whom I believe to be a librarian of some kind...' from a letter to the Vice-Chancellor of Sussex University, 26 June 2010
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