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James Delingpole

Oxford is full of overindulged whiners. It wasn’t like that in my day

We were never being boring – but we knew how to be self-disciplined and rigorous

23 April 2016

9:00 AM

23 April 2016

9:00 AM

I was in the attic killing some Taleban on Medal of Honor when Girl interrupted and said: ‘Dad, what’s this?’ What it was was a pile of memorabilia which I’d stuffed into a plastic shopping bag on leaving university and which I’d barely looked at since.

We picked through the contents rapt with wonder.

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