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.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Career Best

So indeed, every dog has his day, mine came about two weeks ago when I hit a scintillating 58 not out in a low scoring match. The innings began Boycott style, having to lash the pads onto the corpse, but finished with Michael Bevan panache - except for the lightning running between wickets, or indeed the left arm chinaman bowling, or the hitting a four off the last ball, but for the most part it was MG Bevan incarnate.

I got the Matthew Hayden walk down pat in this innings - the more astute reader [textbooks love including winning lines like that] would notice that I was set to expound on that in previous posts. The back foot moving infront of the front foot, shuffling down the crease and walloping over mid off/on.

But, there were humble beginnings. Firstly we bowled them out for 102 on a very wet wicket in a rain reduced match of 35 overs a side. I was promoted to number 3 to 'see if I could hold my own' were the captain's words, oh yes, I held it like an umbrella on a windy day - take that Tolstoy.

On the third ball I tested out the opposing keeper by snicking one between him and the leg stump for my first (supremely confident) scoring stroke - a four. I thought he needed another chance and so next over gave him on to his other side, but he was kind enough to drop that and let me scurry through for a single. 5 runs, two shots, two drops, good times. But then I let go of my inhibitions and hit straight out of the Asif Ahmed school of batting, with my arm extending into the wood of the bat. 12 boundaries in all, and also a cricket ball shaped bruise an inch to the left of the 'no go zone', curtesy of the 6 foot 7 opening bowler. On that ball he kindly asked me to remain in my crease else he may need to slip again and bowl another which may contact my person. I took his advice but decided that an alternate solution existed, that being a two bounce four over mid off. Your move Sherlock.

Wickets did crumble, but I remained confident - in the end we were 8 wickets down and won with 3 balls to spare, but I backed us all the way - plus I got a nice kickback from the bookies for making the score so clos... Ahem.

Next on the agendum [I take it one item at a time.... that is Latin-comic-gold] is the MCR-JCR match, and the wrap up on term 3 - Trinity.

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