I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
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I have an apartment in Oxford lined up for a future trip (dependent on the value of the euro of course). I'll hit you up for travel tips.
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ReplyDeleteAn apartment! You must know the right people. Euros are no good to you here, you'll need pounds.
Right now, in Ireland, Greece, and a few other places, the euro's not doing too well.
In fact, about fifty dollars would probably buy half of Dublin and a medium sized town in Greece.
Wait a month and you'll get all of Ireland for that.
My travel tips regarding Oxford aren't so current. I'm the muppet who went to Oxford a year ago, or so, hoping to go to the Ashmolean Museum, to find it was shut in a very big way, during a major building scheme. So, on monday, I divert my journey home from London via Oxford, as I've heard the Ashmolean, in all its new splendour, has reopened.
Guess what day of the week it doesn't open?
Hence a night in a 16th century pub by a misty, frosty river. Last time I was in this pub was about thirty years ago. It was better then.
I am not an expert on the local pubs any more. I'd thought of staying at the White Hart at Fyfield, but when I got there it was dark, and had scaffolding up one wall.