My first month here probably involved more days that included time in a pub than days that did not. Of late, the social component of Oxford has evaporated. As such, it was all the better to spend a bit of time at the Rose and Crown on North Parade walk with Claire and Iason tonight. Just the place to complain about theses, hypothesize about space elevators and nuclear fusion, express our doubts about the discipline of international relations, and generally revel in non-laptop company.
Now, I need to work double-time to get a pre-Snowdonia draft of chapter three (of five) written.
Remember, the people who you meet in Oxford will probably be a lot more valuable than your grades, in the long run.