Only now I come to write about these fabled values do I realise that they are the stuff of nostalgia. Tomorrow does not belong to me, nor has today, much less did yesterday. I am an anachronism. Oh well.
Saying please and thank you. Holding doors open. Letting ladies pass by on the correct side of the pavement thus sparing them from splashes from inconsiderately driven carriages. Shaking hands - firmly. These are a few of my favourite things.
The Beatles. Shakespeare. Whatever Happened to the Likely Lads. My Grandma. Anthony Powell. Simon Raven. Evelyn Waugh. Pete Atkin. Amateur rugby union football. These are a few of my favourite things.
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