On the tube today, on the way to dinner with some friends, I finished a book called The Reavers, by George Macdonald Fraser. A ripping yarn, deeply silly but perfect to curl up with over Christmas.
At dinner, Jane mentioned that she was having to interview people about him. I asked what for, and it turns out she’s doing some work on The Last Word, Radio 4’s obituary program.
GMF died two days ago, and the cold spell feels a lot colder.