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.

Friday, October 27, 2006

PHOTOS - Holywell Manor and some room items




Top: A view of the rear of Holywell Manor. The Manor is the graduate part of Balliol College, and about 10 minutes walk from the main site. I infact live in an offshoot of the manor, in the Dellal Building, which doesn't warrant a photograph. The Manor was included in the Doomesday Book, which makes it several hundreds of years old.

Middle: The BBQ had seen better days. I don't think the English have any idea how to use it. 'Well mum, it seems that we put the fish in the bottom part and the chips on the grill.'

Bottom: The South Wing of Holywell Manor.

Top: Assorted Mugs abbreviated in an interesting way.

Bottom: I know what a fitted sheet is, Mrs Grant.


Letters to the Editor: The start with Sir, here. Dad, can you see that catching on at QN?
The largest sponge I have seen in my life. These are required to clean out 25kg mortar and pestles. It is called THE BIG BOSS, and I would have thought myself less of a man had I not bought it.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I honestly do think you're more of a man for having a large sponge, Tim. Really, I do.

9:02 pm GMT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Beardy

Buzz here. I was in ye olde Canberra towne last weekend catching up with B&G crew and Ross mentioned this blog of yours so thought I'd check it out. You're a funny bastard, I am still laughing about your ground state joke.

I'm still in the gong these days where you'll find me at the pub, playing with steel, or running around a hockey field. Occasionally I go to uni, but only if I really have to... it's highly probable you'll be finished your phd before I finish my undergrad... All is good though, am pretty much just cruising along and running amok.

Anyhow, take care of yourself. I'll be sure to keeping checking this for a bit of a laugh and to see what you're up to.

Elise

3:29 am GMT  

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