I got up today safe in the knowledge that I only had two lectures, and then the rest of the day could be filled constructively with work. However, after going shopping (we now have a range of curry sauces in stock, from korma to madras, although we are running low on orange squash since I forgot the shopping list and so had to guess our requirements) and getting a haircut, it was rather late in the afternoon.   Haircuts are interesting things. I, like many Jesus College residents, go to Walter's (the Man's Shop - rather the Brut of the menswear retail trade), where they also do haircuts. Or rather, Waltercuts. Whatever you go in for, you always come out with a Waltercut. Even different styles have the same Walterish feel to them. I'm sure a skinhead would still have the spirit of a short-back-and-sides after visiting Walter's.   We went to the Radcliffe Arms for dinner again. I told myself I wouldn't go down the bar, as I had to get up the next day (besides, the bar is beginning to lose its attraction). I then told myself I would only have a quick pint. Or two.   I went to visit Oriel bar, for a change of scenery. The problem is that Oxford colleges are difficult to get into after the gates are locked. There are two choices - either get the porter to open the gate, in which case you need to find a college member who will vouch for you, or you can hang around outside until a student with a key opens the gate to go in or out of the college. I felt very shifty, and hung around outside. When I finally got in, I discovered that no-one was down the bar. So much for a night out. I went back to the college bar.
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