The word ‘tragic’ is often misused nowadays. It's fitting to apply it to the life of my friend and literary collaborator Matthew Leeming, who died at the end of November at the early age of 58.
Matthew's life was tragic in the Greek sense of the word, with a descent from a high estate down to the depths.
As an Oxford undergraduate, he shared a house with Boris Johnson, and was regarded as one of the most brilliant and promising members of a gilded generation