This is Leo, who I've moved from one academic office to another for forty years - writing that is, in itself, a bit shocking, but he's certainly been a fixture. He's apparently from Thailand, originally; made of papier mâché, and I bought him in shop next to The Nosebag café in St Michael's Street, Oxford (the name of which is on the tip of my tongue ... I tried to hunt it down online, and all I found was that, sadly, The Nosebag closed in 2022, having been open since 1971).
I'm completely used to his friendly roar, but I hosted a next-year graduate student in my office today, and she was ... distracted by him. I've only ever had one student who was genuinely frightened by him, way back in Oxford, and she's now Senior Curator of Historic and Modern Paintings at the Fitzwilliam, so the damage can't have been long-lasting. All the same, I forget that he might make an impact ...
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