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Oxford tomorrow for a wedding. Scheduled hours to look around the place at earlier time when the prospect was less depressing-by-association. Grimly committed to sadly looking at things rather than hiding in a Pret. Feel Jude-ish*. You can find me in da club, drunkenly reciting the Nicene and Apostle's Creeds in Latin... Not actually. Eccleston was good in that adaptation, though. The Northern thing sort of made the class tensions relevant/palpable for a modern audience? Anyway. Wedding where I know almost no one and fresh wound-salt, combined. Tomorrow will be vile.

* Not as in WROOOONGED, mind, that would be totally self-indulgent/not really correct. Not to mention Magdalen**.
** NOT SORRY.