Nice to see that Ros and Steve Edwards have given £30 million to New Hall, one of Cambridge’s most distinctive (but poorest) colleges. It was founded in 1954 by Dame Rosemary Murray with one shilling and no name. The intention that it would eventually be given a name when someone endowed it properly. Which is what has now happened. As a result, New Hall will become Murray Edwards College.

This is the biggest single benefaction that I can remember (of course there’s the £200 million Bill Gates donated to set up the Gates Scholars Trust — Cambridge’s answer to the Rhodes Scholars scheme in Oxford — but that doesn’t really count because it’s such small change to Billg) since the Radio Rentals tycoon David Robinson endowed Robinson College in the 1970s.

Ros is a former New Hall student.

Hmmm… Just remembered that New College, Oxford — which was founded in 1379 by William of Wykeham — still hasn’t found a proper name. They really ought to get a move on.

Just as I thought. He’s an Irishman at heart!

Thanks to Conor for spotting it.

JJ looking pensive in old age. We will have Burgundy and gorgonzola sandwiches at half past noon in honour of Mr Leopold Bloom, late of No. 7 Eccles Street, Dublin.

I know they’re smug, but the latest batch of Mac vs. PC ads includes some funny sketches. ‘Group’ is the one that really made me laugh.

I’d love to see if Tiger Woods can win, despite still having a wonky knee. Torrey Pines is a bit like Lahinch or Ballybunion, but with better weather. (I grew up playing those courses and have loved them ever since.) Tom Watson famously described Ballybunion as “one of the best and most beautiful tests of links golf anywhere in the world”.

Later: I realised belatedly that the Lahinch site has a nice virtual tour of the course and the description of the 18th hole suddenly brought back one of the nicest memories I have of my golfing career.

A par five of five hundred and thirty-four yards. The drive crosses the line of holes four and five, to find a magnificently undulating, turbulent fairway alongside the road. These undulations continue right on up to the green, which has bunkers left and right. The green is sited close to the out of bounds, with mounds on the right and deep hollows on the left. It is a fine green on which to end the Lahinch experience.

I was playing a tense match and my opponent and I were level as we teed off. We were playing into the wind, so it seemed like a brutally long hole that day — so much so that for my third shot I needed a three or a four iron. In one of those magical moments that golfers never forget, I hit it perfectly and watched the ball ‘bisect the pin’ as it flew. It pitched onto the front of the green, braked and came to rest a foot from the hole. There was nothing my opponent could do about it, and I won the match. Pure magic. One of the most satisfying moments of my life.