we lose touch with our university friends ... I still remember my first meeting with Neil as a first year student at the hall of residence, Halliday hall in Clapham Common. It was at a common room meeting, rather over-crowded, and I had a seat and he didn't and the meeting was long and the room was hot and I became more and more aware of how he was shifting from one leg to the other ... I gave him my seat and we became friends. There were three of us, Neil Collings, John Keast and me and, because there were lots of theolog students we became known as the holy trinity ... Neil, of course, was God the fatherand anyone who knew John would realise that he would have been God the Son ... and so on ... I would regularly stumble as I rushed up the stairs (I still do) and he, following ponderously behind, would judiciously calculate the least helpful moment for saying 'Careful!' The three of once went on a trip to the Lake District ... I remember us wandering around Cockermouth and visiting Dove Cottage ...
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