22 July 2003 11:35 [link]
international friendly
Last night the Purple Turtle [Warning! Hideous web site!] was full of American students who have come to Oxford for various summer schools and things.
A bunch of them were playing table football, and were high-fiving and whooping after each and every goal. Mark and I decided to challenge them to an international match. (We were drunk.)
I'm happy to say that we won both matches. (Unfortunately our opponents had refused the offer of playing for beer.) Actually, Mark won both matches, while I wafted at the ball helplessly. I think I might have scored a couple of goals, but mostly accidentally. I'm not the world's greatest table footballer.
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22 July 2003 11:11 [link]
neighbours
Sara tells me our neighbours were fighting again last night. Not as bad - or at least not a dramatic - as last time, but still quite voluble. Apparently they were rather more friendly, but no less voluble, earlier.
It's like living next to a soap opera.
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22 July 2003 10:46 [link]
test commute
This morning was my first commute from Oxford in to London. It took two hours, which isn't good, but it did start out in east Oxford so the bus journey to the station took up a goodly chunk of that time.
Hopefully when we actually move to Oxford and I start doing this every day I'll get it down to 90 minutes or so. That's still a lot of the day gone, though. Still, I'll catch up on my reading. And it's worth it to get out of London.
Now all we need is a start date for Sara's job and we can start flat-hunting.
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