Last weekend I was in Cambridge, this weekend it was the Dark Side. Am I scouting and plotting revenge for the varsity rugby match this Tues? No, I was invited by Oli to a Merton MCR dinner. Any excuse to dust off the old DJ and be Bond-like (apart from the fact my DJ is hole-ridden and Bond can put on a proper bowtie).
For Oxford people Oli's mates seemed quite normal though. Well, those in the hockey team apparently broke three noses in one game the other week so I tried to behave myself. Got sat next to a very rude Rhodes scholar who talked about herself throughout dinner. However, I have to admit, Oxford is quite nice. The dinner followed by pub and then JCR bop (!?) were all fantastic. I think I went to the wrong place!