Oxford


My trip to Oxford last week with Jenny was mostly about dodos (both angry and happy), shrunken heads, every man’s reaction to the top floor of The Pit Rivers, purchasing a slim volume in a three for two offer that contains all of Georg Büchner’s plays from the Oxford University Press shop, The Gardener’s Arms, more dodos, weak coffee (seriously Oxford, what’s up with that?), good sandwiches, the financial dangers of visiting Blackwells & photographing the bits of museums you aren’t meant to notice.

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