While Mr G's academic achievements are a closely guarded secret, his love for the ancient city of Oxford is not.
He's a frequent visitor and usually finds that he has time to ascend to his favourite local cafe, The Nosebag, tucked away up a steep flight of stairs on St Michael's Street.
Mr G likes the informal cafeteria-style servery. The healthy salads and substantial main dishes remind him of his heyday in the 1970s - as do the chunky crockery and no-nonsense decor.
Pictured is his absolute fave: the lemon cheesecake. Generous portions, or what?
Mr G is NOT a fan of the minimalist slice on the large plate with the arty swirl of coulis.
'Oh, please....' he murmurs, eyes rolling heavenwards.
The cafe is popular with students and dons, affording splendid opportunities to 'listen in' as one munches. Mr G has turned a discreetly sympathetic ear to many anguished outpourings re the state of Phyllida's PhD or Giles's overdue essay on metaphysical poetry....
Three rumbustious cheers for The Nosebag.