It feels like only days ago that I was walking through the University Parks, ringed by waves of the greenest grass, the shiniest puddles, and the healthiest plants.
When I was seven, my grandma decided I was going to be a pianist. For the next twelve years, I sat through weekly piano lessons, despite a complete absence of enthusiasm for the instrument.
Jake Mellett talks to Max Clifford about super-injunctions, famous clients and the fake Cliffords on Facebook, when he spoke at the Oxford Union last week