Weekend Wanderings

[liadnan]

To Oxford on Saturday, to celebrate the fact Jen's wedding is next month by becoming horrendously drunk in old haunts. Vaguely amused to see this notice at the entrance to the Turf. Nothing changes, least of all on Saturday of 9th (or poss 8th) week.

Still suffering to be honest, in a mild "can't be bothered with anything" way rather than actually being hungover. Gorgeous day too, which is good for the Oxford nostalgia. Somehow it's the sunny drowsy days that are the Oxford you remember. Not the dark despairing ones...

I am procrastinating terribly over holidays at the moment, and allowing my work diary for the summer to fill up while I do so. But it looks as though I shall be going to Lebanon, and then to Greece later on for the usual. Georgia I'm still thinking about...

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I remember the dark (maybe not despairing) days alongside the sunny, drowsy ones: treks through the rain to visit the Bod.; late nights wandering through Borders when I should have been writing essays; and that wonderfully British sullenness (accompanied, very often, with an equally British stoicism in the face of that sullenness) that Oxford could at times possess. You know that you really love a city when you can live through a week of ceaseless rain and still find yourself smiling as you walk home. London and Oxford were like that for me - I loved them in spite of their sins. And I always felt I'd love Edinburgh and Paris for similar reasons.

But I must stop - it isn't good to feel nostalgic for Oxford (or London, or Edinburgh, or even Paris) when you're living several thousand miles away in a different world entirely. (And I love Xi'an in the rain, too, now I think about it.)