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Up bright and early this morning, though the term bright could have been debated. I'm still working out the magic number of pints that doesn't leave one with a hangover, and it seems last night that number was exceeded. Not by so much that I was unwell, but enough to know that there were a few cobwebs upstairs for part of the day. The funny thing is that I have had a realisation recently that I'm not as young as I used to be, and that it doesn't take anywhere near as much to make me slightly less than 100% the following day.
We sped off on the 10.00am train to Oxford, home of the world famous Oxford University, which I'm now aware is the third oldest university in the world. I've not come across a place so far (though I've not yet seen Rome) that has so much history intertwined with so many world events. Numerous world leaders - Presidents of the United States, British and Australian Prime Ministers have studied within Oxford's colleges, along with actors, scientists and the occurrence of numerous world events. Everything from the foundation of the Morris Motor car to the first injection of Penicillin occurred in the home of the world's most used English dictionary. It seemed as thought everyone of mention had been there at some stage, including Bob Hawke, Bill Clinton, Rowan Atkinson, Hugh Grant and Tony Blair all attended Oxford. Clare was most disappointed that we didn't see on of Oxford's most recent enrolments there - an old high school crush and Wallaby winger by the name of Joe Roff. Seems as thought we'll have to wait for the Varsity match between Oxford and Cambridge at Twickenham to see him the in the flesh.
Oxford itself was far busier and far more entrenched in history than I could have anticipated. We took a tour on one of the open topped buses and took in all of the cities sights in a nice rounded hour's journey. We went past Christ Church college, scene of the Harry Potter films. We also went past Alice's Sweet shop, the store where Alice Liddell bought her sweets as a young girl. This being insignificant other than for the fact that it was she who inspired Lewis Carroll to write the Adventures of Alice in Wonderland. Other pieces of history also seemed to jump out at us along the way, and the city, coming to life with returning students was in our faces for much of the day. Our tour guide for the morning has his own opinion on the city, sometimes critical, often scathing. Nothing escaped our Cedric's attention, from his concern of the prison come hotel that he was concerned about spending a night in to the ‘monstrosity' that was the Westgate shopping centre.
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