Excellent - there was so much good stuff on TV and Radio in UK in August - some may still be available on internet. 
I saw an interesting documentary about John and his marriage / affair etc aristocratic family friend said he was always arguing with his wife, in fact -quote- "they had  a German au pair who for the first 3 months thought his name was "Shut up!' - I liked that.

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  From: Marcia Karp 
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  Sent: Tuesday, September 12, 2006 10:04 PM
  Subject: Re: OT-ish - John Betjeman Centenary

  I, too, am a bit green that I couldn't be there with David.  Here, from JBetjeman's sweet autobiography in verse, is his version of David's TSE story.  I'm sorry in advance if there are any errors in the transcription.  [The chapter's obligatory Hitchcockian bells appearance in this passage.]

  Betjeman was quite young, and though he failed the headmaster's quiz--the number of half-crowns in a pound--he was admitted to Highgate Junior School.


    See the rich elms careering down the hill - 
  Full billows rolling into Holloway; 
  In the tall classroom hear again the drone 
  Of multiplication tables chanted out; 
  Recall how Kelly stood us in a ring: 
  "Three sevens, then add eight, and take away 
  Twelve; what's the answer?" Hesitation then 
  Meant shaking by the shoulders till we cried. 
  Deal out again the dog-eared poetry books 
  Where Hemans, Campbell, Longfellow and Scott 
  Mixed their dim lights with Edgar Allan Poe 
  (Who 'died of dissipation,' said the notes). 
  "And what is dissipation, please, Miss Long?" 
  Its dreadfulness so pleased me that I learned 
  'The Bells' by heart, but all the time preferred 
  'Casabianca' and 'The Hesperus' 
  As poetry, and Campbell's 'Soldier's Dream.' 
  I couldn't see why Shakespeare was admired; 
  I thought myself as good as Campbell now 
  And very nearly up to Longfellow; 
  And so I bound my verse into a book, 
  The Best of Betjeman, and handed it 
  To one who, I was told, liked poetry - 
  The American master, Mr. Eliot. 
  That dear good man, with Prufrock in his head 
  And Sweeny waiting to be agonized, 
  I wonder what he thought? He never says 
  When now we meet, across the port and cheese. 
  He looks the same as then, long, lean and pale, 
  Still with the slow deliberating speech 
  And enigmatic answers. At the time 
  A boy called Jelly said "He thinks they're bad"- 
  But he himself is still too kind to say. 
  [From John Betjeman, Summoned by Bells, end of chapter 3-Highgate]