Q. In his Spectator notebook of 30 August, describing a recent gaudy at the Oxford college he attended in the l980s, Radek Sikorski asked, ‘Dear Mary, please help, what do you say when asked: “Do you remember goose-stepping in your jackboots across the Chapel Quad lawn at four in the morning?’’ Mary, may I press you for an answer?’
— L.P., London SW1
A. He might have best replied: ‘Nearly right. My goose-stepping — but your jackboots, surely?’
Q. I recently paid a fortune to a salon in Primrose Hill so that my ten-year-old daughter and I could be de-nitted. I am on good terms with her father but you can imagine my dismay when she went to stay with him and came back with a new infestation of these wretched supernits caught from the younger children he has with his second wife.
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