The weekend was spent in the most beautiful and spectacular surroundings of the Port Eliot Festival. Situated on the Cornish coast, the festival organisers came up with the idea having realised there was a niche for a new kind of literary event, but with the craic of a music festival.

I was asked to be one of the speakers on good modern British dandyism, in particular the recent publication ‘The Day of The Peacock’, which I had reviewed for The Spectator earlier in the year. They had skinny handsome models wearing original 60’s kit who sauntered around in the Cornish sun, looking like gods straight from Carnaby Street. The weekend was rounded off with a pub quiz, alas not winning, but plenty of fresh Cornish sea air, crabs and beer to lift ones spirits before heading back to London.