Lunch today, at the Groucho club in the Dean Street, with my old friend Dr Snowdon Barnett, poet and lawyer. I had an extraordinary stroke of luck. On the journey to London a neighbour and friend,who wishes to remain nameless, sat next to me on that train and finding that he was going Â to Oxford Circus kindly got off one stop early and took me all the way to the Groucho club, and even moreÂ kindly picked me up at 3.30 and brought me all the way home. What a good Samaritan. Certainly Alice was delighted Â as she was concerned that the combination of drink and weak legs might have got me into trouble after lunch. She could have been right.