Dean orates a commencement address of his own, while Margaret and I dispense our advice (you have to be willing to work hard if you want to follow your bliss).
Margaret and I were sprawled out on the grassy bank of the Mississippi River, taking a break from the French Quarter Festival, when I noticed, a few feet away, a familiar, homeless-looking guy with an eight-inch red beard and a piratical soldier rag tied around his head.
"Whatever your views are about the song or the campaign, or indeed about Margaret Thatcher, I really don't think we should start telling broadcasters what songs they should play, " he told BBC South Today.