stretched already with a family of four children, he asked Bindoff about the possibility of a university tutorship to which came the immortal reply: 'Graves, Graves why don't you try the colonies?' That, indeed, is what Michael did and, after obtaining a lectureship at the University of Otago, New Zealand, he and his family embarked on the ship Ruahine for the six-week voyage to New Zealand and a strange new world far away from his beloved childhood and memories of Balham High Street -always pronounced Blahm by Michael in jocular fashion.Michael was born in Balham in 1933, but evacuated to Devon during the war. Before his education at Cambridge he completed his national service working on codes and ciphers, punching endless marks into cards for the air force. His aptitude test had singled him out for pilot training but, as quickly became apparent, Michael and technology of any kind were distant bedfellows -a situation that continued throughout his life as anyone who knew him could attest. He never learned to drive and the few half-hearted attempts he made at it invariably resulted in damage to property and psychological damage to anyone in the vicinity, although fortunately no physical harm! Until the very end of his life, computers, and even typewriters, were anathema to him, and all his books and articles were handwritten, annotated heavily in his distinctive hand, and no doubt a puzzle for even the most skilled typist or copy-editor.Michael quickly settled into life in Dunedin and loved the quiet of the city and the beauty of the surrounding countryside, far away from what he had left behind in war-torn London. While he worked weekdays on his PhD at Otago on the house of lords in the reigns of Edward VI and Mary I, weekends were often spent on archaeological digs with his great friend, the acclaimed New Zealand author, Maurice Shadbolt.Michael had also became firm friends with the chair of the history department, a much-decorated New Zealand war hero and ex-special forces operative, Angus Ross. Daring in a department meeting to contradict Ross one day he was met with a glare and a comment: 'Graves, I've killed men for less than that.' This helps to explain the secrecy surrounding his move to Auckland University in 1966. Having given a lecture at Auckland the previous year and impressed the department, the chair at Auckland, (Sir) Keith Sinclair, travelled to Otago ostensibly to give a paper, but in reality to offer Michael a position. Fearful of Ross's anger should Keith and Michael be seen together, Keith snuck through the bushes beside the department, tapped on Michael's window bs_bs_banner