In Soviet Russia, I eye up hot famous women on public transport.

Back in the Radcliffe Science Library. Ahh. I remember this thing, this "degree" that I'm supposed to be working for.

Even though walking into Oxford from the station is odd and wrong and not Oxford at all, gods did it feel good to be back. I mean, I was only on that stationary train outside Peterborough for two hours... (Did anyone, in fact, have a simple and worry-free journey home from Edinburgh?)

So happy.