Tag: Oxford
“Yes, madam, this is a bank: but, no, you can’t have...
This morning we watched the rain in dismay as we counted down the hours to the Steeple Aston church fête, one of those traditional...
The coming year: light beginning to dawn, or an extension of...
On New Year’s Eve Bernard Trafford was tickled by a bogus quote from Samuel Pepys’s diary doing the rounds on social media. But it also gave...
Going the distance on social distancing
It’s starting to happen – coming to pass, as the Good Book was wont to say. We’re all obliged, at the very least, to...
Another great North-Eastern endowment for UK’s oldest university city.
We live in Oxford, when we’re not in North Northumberland, but I confess I had missed the great news until I read about it...
Never mind the farting: a modicum of red meat’s good for...
You didn’t misread the headline. That stuff about the farting of sheep and cows destroying the planet is wrong. In fact, keeping a moderate...
Memorials, mementos and memories
Memorials are important. The physical commemoration of an achievement, a tragedy or someone’s life’s work triggers in observers not just memories but frequently a...
All of life on or in the river
I reckon every great city needs a river. In our quarter-century in the West Midlands, we never quite worked out what was missing. To...
Oxford falls out with its tourists
Just two weeks ago, I completed my last day's full-time work, dealing with A-level results: then we headed south to retirement (though not to...
False claims or parallel truths?
I was going to write this blog last Sunday: but, after Saturday night’s terrorist outrage in London, it didn’t seem appropriate immediately to comment...
