Oxford

I went to town today here in Oxford. I saw some unusual things which made me laugh. A woman in unnecessarily high heels was walking in front of me on The Broad. She tripped slightly, as you do, which was, itself, amusing. The thing is, then she did it again a few metres later. I thought this was really very amusing, and she was clearly becoming increasingly self-conscious. And then she did it a third time. At this point I actually started laughing out loud. She crossed the road.

Later on, in Blackwell's Music, where I managed only to spend £12.50 (on a book of Franck, Durand edition reissued by Dover (cheaper than the Urtext)), an old man tripped me up with his umbrella. He started apologising, and then I told him to stop, and I began thanking him, because he had alerted me to the fact that I had left my umbrella on the second floor. Finally, on the way back, I saw three children, aged about ten, stood at a bus stop. They were headbutting it. Over and over again. I think they might have eaten too many Haribo. Stuart: take note.