The Young Fogey Handbook came out just after I went down from Cambridge, consule Planco as we young fogeys say, and I suddenly discovered that I belonged to a youth sub-culture. Like Teds and Rockers.
I much later met and loved Monsignor Alfred Gilbey, the Apostle to the Young Fogeys. This elegy to the Young Fogeys makes me feel very sad and it is itself old now. The wind has blown them all away, in Belloc's phrase, along with Sloane Rangers. Tempus fugit.
For an elegy to Monsignor Gilbey, let Sir John Mortimer's wonderful interview with him suffice.
I much later met and loved Monsignor Alfred Gilbey, the Apostle to the Young Fogeys. This elegy to the Young Fogeys makes me feel very sad and it is itself old now. The wind has blown them all away, in Belloc's phrase, along with Sloane Rangers. Tempus fugit.
For an elegy to Monsignor Gilbey, let Sir John Mortimer's wonderful interview with him suffice.
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