A surreal night

So I'm slowly cycling down a beautiful Edwardian street in central Oxford in the middle of a beautiful night, and in front of me are two people, one is dressed like Pippi Longstockings with rollerskates and the other ... well he has fake moustashe and sideburns, a cleaver contraption which is meant to resemble a motorcycle attached to his waist.



I stop them, they are two of my new friends from the course and we are heading back to pick up Chris' bike and I say, "guys, we've got to take a deep breath, close our eyes, and make a meomory", it's been a surreal night.

I mean, what do you expect when you spend the whole day, first meeting with your study group to bash out our assignment due on Monday, then spend the rest of the day in the library doing your readings for endless assignments and classes?

I'm beginning to realise why people dress up so much when they go to bops here, there is a lot of pressure to work stupid hours, do very well and make it appear effortless that you're likely to explode if you don't find some outlet for all the hot air that's generated!

Last night we went to two colleges, Keble and Penbrook. I think I'm going to keep a list of the colleges that I've visited here. They all have their unique characteristics and it would be interesting to find out one cool fact about each of them, preferably from someone who lives there.

Where next?