I could be describing myself, but I'm not. That was old Harry Maple, of Tottenham Court Road. He also won the hearts of young and old, rich and poor, you know.
The planned weekend activities were rained off, so yesterday we arranged a last minute girls' day out to Highgate Cemetery.
My favourite grave was that of George Wombwell, menagerist, his grave guarded by his sleepy lion Nero. There was a champion prizefighter, guarded by his dog Lion, a world record holding carriage driver with a horn and bugle on his headstone, sleeping angels, tiny horses, real life foxes and a Russian dissident.
Egyptian Avenue, Victorian London's take on an Egyptian tomb, was completely spooky. The Victorians didn't like it – it's basically a wardrobe of coffins, down a dark, damp stone corridor – and because it was so unpopular there are still 80 spaces left. So, if you fancy the creepiest burial place in London...
In its heyday the Cemetery was the fashionable place to be buried and a popular spot to promenade. Now, it receives no public money for upkeep and so is slightly unkempt. It's maintained by volunteers and relies on donations. There are tours on the hour during daylight at the weekend.
And how sweet is this plaque?