Strange Oxfordian Experiences

5 Sep
…from the past week. 
Peering out of the antique windows of St Cross college straight into the glaring lights of a waltzer and all the noisy chaos of St Giles’ Fair.
Simon Thomas starting a career, leaving me with a feeling akin (I imagine) to your little brother suddenly being old enough to get behind the wheel of a car.
Sitting on the bus going over Magdalen Bridge (why is it always there?) and watching a man struggling home in the dark with what looked like the huge carcass of a dead tiger over his shoulder. It was a prize from the fair, of course, but I wasn’t the only one on the bus grinning in amusement at the spectacle.
Finding a small moose I have never seen before under my pillow.
Hearing a stranger from the street recite an amazing poem about freedom in body and spirit at night outside the Co-Op.
Coming home and opening the door to a housemate with a moustache and beard drawn on her face and an almost full-grown cat draped around her neck.

One Response to “Strange Oxfordian Experiences”

  1. James Edwards-Smallbone 11/09/2007 at 10:22 pm #

    *Wallows in happy memories of Nigel the tiger* 

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