I have to say that the ghosts of my friends James Simpson and Andrew Wighton were conspicuously absent when I went to Dundee for a librarianship meeting today. It's always the same; if I'm thinking about the day-job, I am less likely to glimpse a Victorian coat-tail disappearing round a street-corner. Nonetheless, I like to think they'd have been pleased I was tramping the streets that they'd have frequented one and a half centuries ago.
And my meeting was at the University of Dundee, which happens to be the University with the highest student satisfaction rate in the UK! That's quite an accolade.