>>382 My husband is skulking round the holiday cottage, muttering disconsolately about the suffering of a fellow classicist who took a girl to a gothically beautiful ruined church and she didn't like it. All I can get out of him is "nice chap really" and "terrible mistake" and - God help us all - "intervention". I may be in the paparazzi pictures tomorrow, wringing my hands while my husband tries to lure him into the back of our car using a copy of Polybius.