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Loneliness

05 Wednesday Feb 2014

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1st February 2014 ko 15.00

League 2

OXFORD UNITED 2 (Newey 40 Connolly 56)

AFC WIMBLEDON 1 (Wyke 75)

Att 5,745 (693 away)

Entry S/T

Programme £3 (inc’ Oxford Mail)

A few years ago I was genuinely lonely. I was sat in a house that I was doomed to be leaving, on my own. Although friends and family spent plenty of time with me and I’ll always be grateful for their support,  I didn’t start rebuilding my life until I moved out.

It felt a lot like that at Oxford United over the last few weeks with former manager Chris Wilder surrounded by people, but utterly alone with only his own thoughts for company.  On Saturday with Wilder happily ensconced in a relegation battle at Northampton Town, it felt that the burden has been lifted on both club and former manager.

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The Chronicles of Lewis

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

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Sunday 20th January 2013

This, I suppose should be read as a sequel for my previous entry, “In search of the Quarrymen.” The author CS Lewis worshipped and was buried in Headington Quarry, in Oxford but actually lived about half a mile away, in Risinghurst.

These days Risinghurst is a suburb on Oxford’s eastern edge, and is separated from Headington Quarry by the Eastern by-pass section of the Oxford Ring-Road. Unlike Headington Quarry there are fewer clues to its past. As you walk up the slight incline of Kiln Lane, you are unaware Continue reading →

In search of the Quarrymen

20 Sunday Jan 2013

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Sunday 20th January 2013

Greetings from my neck of the woods. This is a small, half mile square part of Oxford set at the city’s eastern edge. Every tourist has seen the fruits of the labours of the Headington Quarry when they visit the “Dreaming Spires,” as it was from here at that the Oolitic limestone that built the colleges was mined, and the last of it built the school I attended, Quarry School. Have a look at the blue door, and look at the new stone at the right, at foot level. It’s new because my friend Matthew hated going there so much, he’d kick the stone in anger each time he passed through.

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