4.5 members of our seminar group (Sam, Michael, Lisa, Lisa’s-boyfriend-who-has-a-reader’s-card and myself) are in the Bodleian. Through the windows, we can see snow falling on the Rad Cam, the New Bodleian, and the colleges beyond Broad Street.
The power has gone out.
And, this morning, the age-old editor’s dilemma: do I send my reviewer to London in semi-blizzard conditions, knowing that the buses are delayed and there are at least fourteen closures/disruptions on the Underground?
Yes. Yes I do. (‘Look, you’re only doing Notting Hill to Sloane Square, and there are plenty of people you can stay with…’).
If she dies in a snowbank, I’m going to feel terrible (1,000 words!).
Oxfordshire Snow Linkspam
- As ever, the meterological freakery that is Oxford gets BBC attention!
- Carfax webcam; the dome in the top left corner is one we can see from our window.
- Keble mathmo posts this beautiful picture of Pusey Quad. I haven’t been over to my college yet today (I’m in this evening), will try and get some photos.
Back to reading A Doll’s House (1879) (the only play I ever saw that made me worried I’d stand up and shout at the stage. I remember digging my nails into the armrests).
CLAMOROUS VOICE 
“She lay down in the night,
She and the child, to die.”
If you’re reviewer is who I think she is, and she dies in the snow, I will NEVER FORGIVE YOU, because I’ll have no one to share finals angst with. And this would CLEARLY BE A TRAGEDY.
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IT’S FOR JOURNALISM. I told her to text me when she was there and not dead.
…..so far, silence.
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I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT I TYPED THAT COMMENT EXTREMELY FAST AND I DO ACTUALLY KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU’RE AND YOUR.
WRITING A SHAKESPEARE ESSAY, HERE. AND MUST THEREFORE BE INDULGED.
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Whatevs, Chloe, whatevs. YOU ARE ILLITERATE. Is this the LLL essay? I am going to watch Taming of the Shrew tomorrow night, SO excited. OH THE CARDBOARD SETS AND LOW-LIT LIGHTING. I will try and track down the 80s Twelfth Night so we can indulge.
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Yes, it is LLL. At some point I’m going to tell you what I’m saying about it & other comedies so you can point out if any of it’s really gratuitously stupid.
YOU HAVE KILLED SOMEONE.
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I HAVE NOT KILLED HER.
…I did give her the route to the Royal Court, tho, because I am a dreadful, dreadful person who forgot it was on at the National.
THE HEAD OF PRESS AT THE NATIONAL RANG ME TO ASK IF MY REVIEWER WAS DEAD, CHLOE.
AND SPOKE WITH POORLY-CONCEALED HORROR WHEN I SAID NO NO, I HAVE SENT HER UNTO THE CITY.
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All well and good, except it wasn’t Notting Hill to Sloane Square, was it? Oh no. Oh no oh no.
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But the fact that you are alive to write this ABSOLVES ME. Totes. Obv. Yep.
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