Ilog in so infrequently these days that Facebook has, I’m pleased to say, nearly given up on me. Like a half-hearted stalker whose head has been turned by a fresh victim, it sends me alerts and updates with ever-diminishing regularity, and few of them remotely tempt me to click. So it was quite unusual to see one, a few days ago, that did make me click. It was the link to a photograph of my brilliant god-daughter arriving for her first term at university.

Are we not ignoring the likelihood that most students are getting on with doing what students have always done?

The first thing that this picture – full as it was of sunshine and hope and promise – made me feel was very, very old. The second thing it made me feel was very, very proud. And the third thing it made me feel was warm towards

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