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A biographical timeline for Adrian Burford

Vivien and Adrian Burford 1963
Ma and me: early days

1962: I was born in London, the only son of Peter and Vivien Burford.

We initially lived in Twickenham, but my parents’ relationship seems to have deteriorated quite speedily after I appeared and Ma moved out with her new bundle of joy (I cried all the time apparently) fairly speedily.

 

Chelwood Gate village sign
Chelwood Gate

1964: Ma moved back to her parents’ house in Chelwood Gate in the middle of the Ashdown Forest.

The Wards were next door (Stephen, Linda and Philip) the O’Briens’ Shetland ponies were just down the road and Margaret Davenport’s swimming pool in Doctor’s Lane was a big part of our Summer life – with the Leuchars too. Temporary fame for the whole village must still have been in the air from JFK’s lightning visit to see Harold Macmillan at Birch Grove in June 1963.

Adrian Burford's nursery school in Danehill, Sussex
Miss Stephens’ Nursery School, Danehill

1965 – 67: Miss Stephens’ Nursery School, Danehill.

The gang: Emma Butterworth, Neil Canetty-Clarke, Emma Robertshaw, Neil Lindsay-Stewart.  I have very strong, happy memories of walking the couple of miles down the lane to school every day with Ma. The “Witches Tree” with a lightning-struck hollowed-out trunk was a big deal and “The Emmas” locking me in the toy cupboard with them stays with me to this day. It was a lovely, happy place and a great start to “school life.”

 

Adrian Burford: Nutley Primary School
Nutley Church of England Primary School 1967-6

1967 – 68: Nutley Primary School.

I have almost no memory of Nutley at all, but I suppose it didn’t last long!  I have a vague feeling that we were 

 

 

 

 

Adrian Burford: Great Walstead School
Great Walstead 1968-75

1968 – 75: Great Walstead School.

Giles Robinette (and endless re-readings of the Lord of the Rings), Simon Willis, James Peattie, Christopher Smart…  The Headmaster was Gordon Parke, but Hugh Lowries was an inspiration and Vernon Maddox made Classics fun against the odds. Alan Hemmings made Music accessible and Mrs Pirie made just about everything better. Cricket and the Library, Chapel, Mudlarks and Summer “Q-Day” madness camping in the woods with military-style adventures and midnight swims.

It is strange what lodges in the brain: Mr Scott, the deputy Head, preached a sermon when I must have been 8 or 9 on the theme of “Stickability.” I have always remembered it and as a result I have tried to speak truth to power, to argue hard and take no prisoners, but to be kind and positive whether victor or vanquished. “Stand up and try again!”

I had been desperate to board, not to get away from home, but because of the cricket pitches which – to my six-year-old eyes at the interview – looked enormous.  I was thrust in to fielding at first slip in my very first cricket practice, caught some poor boy out third ball by blind luck and I never fielded anywhere else for my entire school cricket career (although I’m not sure I ever caught anything as well again!) They let me bat.  A lot.

 

Adrian Burford: Lancing College
Lancing College 1975-80

1975 – 80: Lancing College.
In the days of Ian Beer. I was in Head’s, under Roger Balaam who was a nice enough housemaster, but somehow failed to inspire academically. Luckily ‘though, beyond that, Robin Reeve and Ted Maidment were compelling teachers of History and Jeremy Tomlinson provided an always sympathetic ear, constantly reassuring that “being clever is OK you know!” (The need for that reassurance was perhaps an indication of the school’s culture at that time.)

At Lancing: Justin Lloyd-Williams, Nick Tudball, Richard Wyatt, Julian Christopher and Mark Mills.

I can’t exactly say it was the happiest of times.  The school’s pecking order was set by football prowess, but my only sport interest was cricket and in any case I gradually gravitated towards academic life. I read and I read and I read, took rather more A levels than I strictly needed to and I was gently encouraged towards Oxbridge by Robin and Ted. I recall Robin’s clever analysis of the politics of the Great Reform Act and Ted’s passionate descriptions of Carolingian Europe and Ottonian Saxony very fondly to this day.

The school’s bone-headedness was summed up for me by an episode in the weekly “general studies” class with the Head Man, Ian Beer, early in our last year. He went around the class asking where we were hoping to go to University and what we would read.  After a fair number of “Economics at Newcastle” and “Drama at Bristol” I rather nervously said “Caius, Cambridge to read History.” There was a long pause and a wiggled eyebrow before Beer sighed and said: “No real Rugby XV.” That decided me: Caius it was to be.

Those of us who stayed on for Oxbridge attempts were detached off in to a separate House for our last Term. Not a great strategy, but after a couple of weeks Ted Maidment said that I could come down and work in his house in Second’s if I preferred to avoid the scrum. That kind offer saved my life: eight weeks of talking about the Middle Ages after Second’s had quietened down every evening did the trick. Oxbridge done.

 

Adrian Burford: Caius College, Cambridge
Caius College, Cambridge 1981-84

1981 – 84: Caius College, Cambridge.

While Wade was Master, I studied history under the quintessentially Cambridge figure of Neil McKendrick – aided by Vic Gatrell, David Abulafia and Noel Malcolm, perhaps the most annoyingly clever man in the world.

At Caius: Gideon Rachman, Susan Jenkins, Simon Cox, William Hobhouse, Nigel Farr.

My major diversion was student politics, strangely.  I was Chairman of the Cambridge University Conservative Association in Michaelmas 1983, following on after Simon Milton, Andrew Marshall and Oliver Brind and succeeded in turn by Edward Hess, Lawrence Guthrie, Andrew Roberts, Peter Hopkins and Graham Stuart. I was an unfashionably “wet” TRG Tory and a fan of Ian Gilmour, Francis Pym and Peter Carrington in the early “consolidating” years of Thatcherism.  I argued that in power the Tories had to honour social obligations in order to maintain the cohesion and civility which generating economic progress depended upon.  “Work hard in a fair society” was our watchword.

I was a college and university lightweight (!) cox, but spent many (many!) happy Summer hours at Fenners – particularly in my second year when I was living “out” off Mill Road, from where you could hear the thwack of leather on willow and which formed a glorious refuge from university politics and hackery.

I enjoyed Cambridge life enormously and enjoyed my History too – until we got to Sir Thomas More, who turned out to be my nemesis.  I took Elton’s paper on his life as my Special Subject for Finals. More had previously been a bit of a hero of mine but deeper study drove me to conclude that he had been a dangerously narrow-minded and rather odious figure despite his extraordinary writing.  Worse, however, was Elton’s thesis that every part of More’s political life had been driven by sexual desire and frustration. Even though More was debunked and deposed from the hero status that I had previously accorded him, I just could not accept this as a credible, creditable thesis.  Conflict ensued.

Cambridge gave me the best three years of my life until, so very much  later, we had children and every day became a joy and a delight. Don’t delay having children: it’s the best thing in the world.

McKinsey & Company
McKinsey & Company

I joined McKinsey straight from Cambridge in 1984 in the days of Peter Foy and Norman Sanson when they were still in the rather grand St James’s Street building . I somehow got through the lengthy interview process without really having any clear idea what strategy consultancy actually was.

An extraordinary group of contemporaries at McKinsey included John Clarke, Virginia Cowie, Matthew Le Merle, Gavin Wilson, Carolyn Fairbairn and Chris Cowin.  I worked solidly and, against the rules, exclusively for Archie Norman and Nick Lovegrove, helping turnaround Kingfisher and Woolies for Geoff Mulcahy. Hard work, long hours and good fun in a particularly political era for the Firm with William Hague, Vivien Godfrey, Adair Turner, Norman Blackwell and other Cabinet-Ministers-in-Waiting all over the building. Exhausting but exhilarating.

 

Adrian and Susan wedding 1991
Susan’s and Adrian’s wedding – Cambridge, September 1991

1991 – Married Susan in Cambridge.

From whom, sadly, I divorced in 1995, but of whom I have nothing but the fondest wishes. Be happy!

 

 

 

 

Adrian and Amber wedding
Amber’s and Adrian’s wedding – December 2007

2007 – Married Amber in Gloucestershire.

A small but musically and florally extraordinary ceremony at inspiring St Bartholomew’s Church, Notgrove. I wish more people had been able to share such a happy day.

 

 

There have been all sorts of adventures and excitements, fun work and disastrous work, romance and a journey of discovery of literature and history and life thereafter. But I mustn’t bore you with all that, even the disasters – just about everything else has now been completely obscured by the central fact of my life: three wonderful, humblingly kind and clever children… Not a day, in fact not an hour of any day, has passed since May 2008 in which I did not think of and wonder at these spectacular children: Alexander, Alice and Arthur.

 

No 1 Son feeling a little peeky in Paris
Alexander, born May 2008

2008 – Our son, Alexander, was born at the Chelsea & Westminster, London.

From his very earliest days Alexander has had deep wells of natural empathy. He is clever, sensitive and deeply, deeply loyal.  Already known as FEC to his cricketing friends, he must surely bat for England. Xan has incredible determination and focus and I hope that he will always follow his own intuition in life – he always understands far more than he “should” and, not always a chatterbox, he is usually busy thinking of the right thing to do. He makes me incredibly, incredibly proud. I have a sneaking suspicion that he may become a serious politician if he can drag himself away from the cricket field.   He has quite a scoop shot!

 

Favourite daughter
Alice, born November 2010

2010 – Our wonderful daughter, Alice, was also born at the Chelsea & Westminster.

Extraordinary in every dimension: Alice is supernaturally clever, determined, confident and fun.  A future Secretary-General of the United Nations perhaps. One of life’s forces of nature. Unstoppable. Lovely. Heart-stoppingly kind. Alice made my life complete in trying circumstances on 6th August 2016 by saying “Dada, you’re our hero!”  I am inadequate to the task of explaining how extraordinary our lovely girl is.  There are not words enough.

 

Arthur - perfect in every way
Arthur, born February 2013

2013 – Our son, Arthur, was born at the John Radcliffe, Oxford.

Although dramatically premature, even then Arthur was smiling. Brilliantly funny, mischievous, determined, witty and really astonishingly handsome.  A natural entertainer: no audience will be safe.  Arthur says the most ridiculously sweet things all the time: “Dada? Will you come to Rocky’s with me? That would be so fun!” He has the natural confidence that being adored by an inspirational older brother and sister engenders.

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