Freshers: can't live with 'em...

...can't send them down*.

'Tis the season of new people here in the city of dreaming spires.  Which basically means the streets are full of lost teenagers, clutching maps, leaflets, reading lists and wearing Amnesty International stickers on their Che t-shirts.  I arrived at work this lunchtime to find the lobby packed with them, all waiting to be told where to find their books.  They'd had help finding the building, but actually standing in it was proving to be a challenge.  You see, if you stand six inches from the very large bronze doors that open inwards, you will be hit by them.  And it will hurt.

( I sound about a million years old )

*this is the Oxford-speak for getting kicked out.  Even if you live in Scotland, you 'come up' to Oxford at the beginning of term, and 'go down' at the end.  It's a whole new language...