I waa pleased to find a place in the back row of the stalls for the memorial service of Jeremy Hutchinson – the brilliant, clever, funny and sharp advocate who was apparently regarded by Mrs. Thatcher as representing everything that was wrong with liberal Britain, but more likely represented everything that was right about 1960s liberal culture (when, according to Grey Gowrie, the British changed from being Romans to Italians).   Even Lucy Winkett did the Blessing with theatrical flouish;  and then the whole congregation accompanied Nick Hutchinson singing Que Sera.