(One of the weird things about these weekly reports is that I’m going by exact week, which means every seven days from January 1st. The first one was on a Thursday, so that means my week is Thursday to Thursday… which feels slightly odd.
When I sit down on the Thursday or Friday (and sometimes slightly later) to write the report, I have to think back over the week in a way that makes me realise just how arbitrary it is to break our time up into slots of seven labelled days. Anyway.)
This week’s activities centre around Oxford. (I see a pattern emerging, by the way: I write about whatever happened at the weekend, and skip over the week… even though the weekend sits in an odd position in the seven days. Anyway.)
By the way… as I write this, I am sitting on a tube train. I’ve just been to the pub, which is probably the reason why I’m slightly more chatty and tangential than usual. I have just arrived at Bond Street. The carriage is filling up with odder than average people. Some of them a lot more odd than average… including the man sitting next to me, who has just got up and left, who was obviously disturbed. Anyway.
Oxford, then. Jen went to see her friend Lou, who is about to have her second baby. A load of their friends gathered to make a plaster-cast of Lou’s torso… which they also did just before she had her first baby. I wonder what she does with the casts? I wonder if the first and second casts are different?
I went and joined her later, with Jed and Bex, at a pub called The Kite. Jed was playing with his band - about 6 or 7 folk musicians - that evening. They play traditional-sounding stuff, but they mix in covers of tracks by people like Snoop Dogg and others in a folk style. All very good.
Jen played some violin (very well) and I picked up a guitar and played (a bit) for the final third of the evening, which was brilliant. Good to know that the musical part of my brain hasn’t entirely evapourated.



