As always now, this is a “wot I did on my hols”-type post with no real depth to it. I did write a deep one, but then didn't have time to edit and think about it, so here's a shallow one instead ( Read more... )

There is so much to write I feel like my head is scrambled. Firstly, yesterday was our one-year Oxford anniversary - the happiest year of my life bar none. I spent it with a migraine that felt like I had a knife through my eye, in bed, then Steve and I had noodles and watched Prince Caspian in the evening. But I was in Oxford. And that’s all that ( Read more... )

... here's a picture of the snow falling through the light across the street night before last. I love Oxford so much it hurts. Have you picked up on that at all?


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(I wrote this back in October and never posted it. I was having a conversation with Dad last night about this very thing and remembered it ( Read more... )

I’ve been to some great lectures recently. My pocket diary is black with titles and times, and luckily most of them are in the evening so I can get to just about every one I want to see. On Monday night I went to the Oxford Union to hear John Kay (FT journalist) talk about the financial crisis. I heard shouting down St Michael’s but walked past it ( Read more... )

...some situations warrant it. Such as when Oxford’s coolest (and only) independent video store closes down because the landlord has exploited loopholes to up the rent and they’re selling everything they own to pay their debts.

( :( for them, :) for us. )

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It’s been an incredible couple of weeks, vintage-wise. Last Tuesday I paid my weekly visit-slash-pilgrimage to the Age Concern in Cowley, not necessarily to buy, just to bask in all the retro packaging and melamine dinnerware and Crimplene dresses and embroidered teacloths and handbags and books and bits of fabric and jewellery, and to visit my ( Read more... )

It's snowing hard outside and I'm pretty much inside for the rest of the day. I was just looking over my blog and realising that for the last six months or so I have written lots about what’s going on on the outside, but nothing about what’s happening internally ( Read more... )

Yesterday morning I woke up with that slight aching in the neck and eyes that signals a determined mini-migraine, and noticed that there was a stripe of light lying across the bed. My thought pattern ran thus: "Sun... on snow... pretty... photos... MELTING!" And I was out of bed, into yesterday's clothes, with a cup of coffee down my neck, and out ( Read more... )