Just back after an exhilarating trip to the Medical School for the final pre-project meeting. We’ve met our model, who turns out to be a talented artist in her own right – her planned research project relates to the physiology of drawing, so she will have a really positive impact on the project.
We’ve also met two of the first three students, who are keen and interested, and have already done a lot of drawing. Excellent. The dates and times of the drawing classes are arranged, the first tutorial is booked and we should be straight off the starting blocks next week.
While I was waiting in the foyer (having mistakenly arrived half an hour early) a batch of students emerged from the examination hall. I picked up fragments of conversation “…what about the woman with bronchospasm?..”. “…and I completely forgot about E. coli….” ; Alan Bennett meets Harold Pinter. Although I have to admit that they all looked a bit young, I was reassured by their general tidiness and air of intelligence. I hope we looked fairly intelligent in the early 70s, but we certainly weren’t that well dressed. Afghan coats, bell bottoms and very, very long hair for both sexes. O tempora, o mores. And they don’t do Latin at school any more, either.
