Ralph Kettell was the kind of eccentric only Oxford can produce. Born in Hertfordshire in 1563, he was 15 when he first came to the city and its ancient university, winning a scholarship to Trinity College. Like so many, he never really left. As the years passed and Kettell’s neat goatee grew grey, he became a don, a churchman and eventually the head of his college.
Kettell’s quirks would horrify modern university HR departments. He carried a pair of scissors in his ruff, with which he accosted long-haired students at dinner, treating them to a brisk involuntary trim. As a lecturer, he would have struggled with today’s device-rich environment, students tapping on laptops and scrolling on smartphones.
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