I have never been very keen on 'alum' events. I know that the new world of university fundraising means that it is very important to keep the old boys and girls feeling bonded, and I am genuinely interested in what my old students are doing (how could you not be? what they are doing in 10 or 20 years time is probably a better guide to your success than how many Firsts and 2.1s you get). All the same I'm still dont feel I'm made for the 'class of 73' style of culture. And I've got a long history of this. When I left school, me and my best mate were the only refuseniks who wouldn't join the Old Girls Association. (Actually I got caught on this one: I eventually got so curious about what they were all doing that I fell into the arms of Friends Re-United.)
That said, getting back together on your own terms is fun. So on Saturday six of us who had been true mates at Newnham in the mid 1970s met for lunch in leafy Harpenden. Some of hadnt actually seen each other for 35 years. (It was, as you will see alcohol assisted...).
What were we all now doing? Well the tally went like this: a GP (the hostess), a civil servant in the Dept of Health, a lawyer on a career break, an agricultural scientist, a psychotherapist, and me.
And did we still get on?