Journey to the Motherland

This is an online account of my three year DPhil undertaken at Oxford University from October 2006 to mid 2009. I will try to remain in email contact with people personally - this is so that I can attach large pictures, movies and anecdotes of the trip. Enjoy!

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From Brisbane to Canberra, from Canberra to Oxford... the temperature is on a downhill run. I hope to be a visiting fellow in Mawson Ice Base next. The programme wouldn’t let me use the Interest categories – what a character. Interests: Cricket(I look forward to seeing the Ashes [from England] in November and [in England] in 2008); writing the great Australian play - the antipodean pinnacle... take that Barry Dickins; Music J.S. Bach - 'Mass in B Minor' without a doubt. Certainly the organ works and concertos for harpsichord form fond favourites. I finally managed to convert all of my Bach CDs to MP3s on my external hardrive (rather than lug the 170 disc set around Oxford - I'll get that money to you later Ross... when Hilary Clinton becomes President and I get a mobile phone.) Anyway, anything by Haydn (I think he cops the rough end of the stick - good symphony times.) Books Hornblower and Captain Blood (there's nothing like adventure on the high seas), Certainly anything by Matthew Riley (7 Ancient Wonders... what a rip snorter), Oh and that book by Dan Brown: Digital Fortress... I will keep people posted as to whether I meet brilliant, young, sexy female code breakers.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Ruddigore - with Moustache

Right, so then I asked for a bushy Mervyn Hughes bowling from the Randwick end moustache:
This is my grand entrance at the end of Act I where I stop the wedding of the two people to my right (Rose and Robin [Robin is actually my brother Ruthven in disguise]), by announcing that that particular chap is my elder brother, and that I am from Barcelona and speak english from a book.
Note the cowering in the corner, that is what I bring to the table.
This is where I annouce that this chap is Sir Ruthven, my elder brother... note in the dramatic intensity of the scene my moustache almost fell off on my right side.So I bust up the wedding of Rose and Robin, and Rose decides to marry me. Well I didn't have a bar of that.

The Ol' Cast Photo: in the neighbouring squash court. Note the masculine umbrella I am sporting. Ah good times.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds like a blast!

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