Tag Archives: St. Andrews University

The other place

My St. Andrews thoughts and reminiscences have now been hived off to a new blog. Today’s post is about student accommodation – but not quite as we knew it.

Here’s the link.

http://saintandrewsalphabet.wordpress.com/2011/05/18/d-is-for-deans-court/

C is for something Completely different

John CleeseSomewhere amongst my souvenirs I’m sure I have a dusty photo of John Cleese  but for now it is lost without trace and so I’ll have to make do with this one from Wikipedia. But this is how he  looked in 1971, when I was still a first year student (yes, for those who like the lingo that’s  a bejantine,)  and he was installed as Rector.

The Rector’s role  (I’ve only just discovered the position is unique to the old Scottish universities) is to represent the student body on the university court or governing body, but Cleese’ election, slap bang in the Monty Python era (previous incumbents being more worthy  than hip) was a breath of fresh air and his actual installation yet another  excuse for celebration and general mucking about.

In fact Cleese, as promised, took his role seriously and made changes that are still in place today. He also started a trend for appointments from entertainment and the media. The current Rector,  Kevin Dunion is from the world of politics but looks to me to be doing all the right things.

In 1971 John Cleese still had Fawlty Towers and A Fish Called Wanda ahead of him, but I next ran into him in my first job  when his Video Arts films were hot property for all our Business and Management Courses. Like Cleese himself, now on a U.K. Tour, they’re still around. And I bet they’re still funny.

Memento Mori

Greek Word OrderToday I’ve been scanning the obits of K.J. Dover who died a week ago. Dover was my professor of Greek at St. Andrews University and a commanding figure though not in the way one might have assumed. By the time I arrived in 1970, he had already put St. Andrews on the map for classics, but  at first sight he was a reserved and dignified figure whose  lectures were delivered in almost a monotone, with none of the declaiming or rhetorical flourishes employed  by some of his colleagues  (not that declaiming was really called for in the intimate classrooms of Swallowgate!) But like The Times obituary writer, I do remember how well written Dover’s lectures were so that the temptation was simply to transcribe them word for word  – encouraged by the fact that they were delivered at the exact pace that made this possible (albeit at severe risk of writer’s cramp.)

I think that feeling of exactitude is what I remember most. How else could anyone possibly grapple with the use of the Greek particle  or to even begin to decipher the finer points of Greek Word Order?

The latter title still sits on my shelf.  I probably read it once. I’m sure I never understood it. It’s a memento of having been in the presence of its author, a man of fierce intellect who let his learning speak for itself.