Oxford: the ways and means committees do continue

ANOTHER DAY in Oxford – famous for all sorts of stuff including how the different colleges that comprise Oxford University trashed the place.

The first shot is of the Bear pub, down Blue Boar Lane. The Bear and Staff was called that but itsĀ  original 13th century name was the Tabard. The Blue Boar has vanished. Il a disapparu! Alors!

So full of regimental ties! Here are three more in quick succession, followed by a William Turner one.

And right at the very end, William Turner.

5 responses to “Oxford: the ways and means committees do continue

  1. thomasxstewart

    There IS Actual OXFORD Campus & Museum, theres Also About 1,000 Private StoreFront Schools Calling Themselves OXFORD U. Store Front Law is Good Compromise, AS On Job Training Is Disaster. Lower Flood Pic Is Better, AS Cleaner, Stay Away, Mcmike from River of Stix.

    • 13th Century Nervous Breakdown

      The pictures are nice and your prose is soothing…
      Instead of University trash, let’s dwell on the folk whom Oxfords, such as Gulliver’s Travels and the lots of whimsy folks he met, such as
      the Brogues,
      the Derbies,
      the Loafers,
      the Monks,
      the Winklepickers,
      and
      the Oxfords.
      But heavens me, it’s not shoes what gets the Bear’s fancy, but decorative ties.
      Of course I’m referring to an obscure Oxford University Press edition, or so says I, the moody one, who rose his Harp to you pa rum pum pum pum on my dram, on my dram.
      So there we are, raising the spirits of oldy-worldy Inbetweeners off the Highstreet, and Christ Church College around the bin. a-w-k-w-a-r-d.
      “A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By a woman wailing for her demon-lover… And close your eyes with holy dread,
      For he on honey-dew hath fed,
      And drunk the milk of Paradise.

  2. The pictures are nice and your prose is soothing…
    Instead of University trash, let’s dwell on the folk whom Oxfords, such as Gulliver’s Travels and the lots of whimsy folks he met, such as
    the Brogues,
    the Derbies,
    the Loafers,
    the Monks,
    the Winklepickers,
    and
    the Oxfords.
    But heavens me, it’s not shoes what gets the Bear’s fancy, but decorative ties.
    Of course I’m referring to an obscure Oxford University Press edition, or so says I, the moody one, who rose his Harp to you pa rum pum pum pum on my dram, on my dram.
    So there we are, raising the spirits of oldy-worldy Inbetweeners off the Highstreet, and Christ Church College around the bin. a-w-k-w-a-r-d.
    “A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By a woman wailing for her demon-lover… And close your eyes with holy dread,
    For he on honey-dew hath fed,
    And drunk the milk of Paradise.

  3. The pictures are nice and your prose is soothing…
    Instead of University trash, let’s dwell on the folk whom Oxfords, such as Gulliver’s Travels and the lots of whimsy folks he met, such as
    the Brogues,
    the Derbies,
    the Loafers,
    the Monks,
    the Winklepickers,
    and
    the Oxfords.
    But heavens me, it’s not shoes what gets the Bear’s fancy, but decorative ties.
    Of course I’m referring to an obscure Oxford University Press edition, or so says I, the moody one, who rose his Harp to you pa rum pum pum pum on my dram, on my dram.
    So there we are, raising the spirits of oldy-worldy Inbetweeners off the Highstreet, and Christ Church College around the bin. a-w-k-w-a-r-d.
    “A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By a woman wailing for her demon-lover… And close your eyes with holy dread,
    For he on honey-dew hath fed,
    And drunk the milk of Paradise.

  4. The pictures are nice and your prose is soothing…
    Instead of University trash, let’s dwell on the folk whom Oxfords, such as Gulliver’s Travels and the lots of whimsy folks he met, such as
    the Brogues,
    the Derbies,
    the Loafers,
    the Monks,
    the Winklepickers,
    and
    the Oxfords.
    But heavens me, it’s not shoes what gets the Bear’s fancy, but decorative ties.
    Of course I’m referring to an obscure Oxford University Press edition, or so says I, the moody one, who rose his Harp to you pa rum pum pum pum on my dram, on my dram.
    So there we are, raising the spirits of oldy-worldy Inbetweeners off the Highstreet, and Christ Church College around the bin. a-w-k-w-a-r-d.
    “A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By a woman wailing for her demon-lover… And close your eyes with holy dread,
    For he on honey-dew hath fed,
    And drunk the milk of Paradise.

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