The Mike Robbins blog

  It was quite a day. I suppose.  I mean, it’s not every day you retire, is it? Especially if you’re like me and you give a big lecture at 5...

One’s sister comes to visit “I say, my man,” said Desmond. “When will the 4.10 from Worcester arrive?” “About 4.10, sir,” said the porter....

History doesn’t repeat. But it rhymes I hadn’t thought about that day for a while. But I’d never forgotten it, or what he’d said. I knew s...

Why do we study it?  It was the last lesson of the day. Mr Balcombe donned his mortarboard and his gown. White chalk powder adorned the la...