 Well thank you Rachel for that wonderful citation, in fact it sounded so good that I hardly recognise myself in it. I'd also like to thank SOAS for this honour, which really for me feels like an honour for poetry. But I think poetry is needed in this world more than ever because it can come at things from a different angle, from odd angles. It really is the language of the heart. So I'd like to read a poem I've written in honour of SOAS. It's called The Elephants Have Come Out Of The Room and On To The Piccadilly Line. The elephants are travelling underground. The elephants are travelling underground, tilting gently as the train careens. No one sees them, all the heads bent down to worship information on small screens. Perhaps the elephants wonder at how still they sit or how the light shines blue through human eyelashes or admire their digital skill on keyboards. Too tiny for elephant toes, too small for trunks. Google cannot contain the wisdom of elephants. The whole of the internet cannot trigger one spark in the elephant brain. So they come swaying through Russell Square to set foot here where knowledge lives. It will not fail them. They arrive like aliens or like gods. Tail to trunk, trunk to tail. A script that will tell its own tail of wonder that will not fail, that will not fail. Thank you.