I was rambling on about this business of living in a penthouse on top of my College earlier today (er, as I am wont to do) when it became clear that one of my colleagues is under the impression that this is just one of my little fictions, modelled on the Askey and Murdoch flat, up on top of Broadcasting House in the wartime Bandwagon radio programmes. Once someone is convinced you are pulling their leg it is so hard to disabuse them of the notion that it seems easier not to do so. You have made an old man so very hapless.