It is 21 years since Auberon Waugh, an Oldie founding father, died, aged only 61, on 16th January 2001.
Readers of the frequently cruel productions of his fluent pen, not least his Rage column in The Oldie, might be surprised that all my memories are of his personal benignity. This paradox is exemplified in an evening we spent together a few years before his death.
Four of us – Bron, two young journalists and I – entered the restaurant. I watched a sheepish expression pass over Bron’s face.
We were passing a woman of about his age – late fifties – who was evidently in the company of a daughter and her young man. Bron, wreathed in what seemed apologetic smiles, approached them, slightly bowed and laughed politely at
