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Well, that was a blast from the past
Walking down Broad Street on my way to Blackwells, I heard shouts behind me calling my name.
I turned round, and saw a blonde girl dashing up to me, saying, "I just spotted you, we were at school together - Dodger?"
I'd recognised her straight away, she was 4 years below me and played oboe with me in orchestra and was, as she rightly pointed out, the Artful Dodger to my Mr Bumble. I suppose I should be grateful she didn't yell that out down the street, I think I'd have still turned round to it!
Like me, she was a huge geek, doing Latin A-level; she's on a gap year now, going to Paris later in the year, and then to Cambridge to study English.
It was terribly lovely, and somehow, terribly Oxford - of course, a perfectly logical place to bump into her.
I turned round, and saw a blonde girl dashing up to me, saying, "I just spotted you, we were at school together - Dodger?"
I'd recognised her straight away, she was 4 years below me and played oboe with me in orchestra and was, as she rightly pointed out, the Artful Dodger to my Mr Bumble. I suppose I should be grateful she didn't yell that out down the street, I think I'd have still turned round to it!
Like me, she was a huge geek, doing Latin A-level; she's on a gap year now, going to Paris later in the year, and then to Cambridge to study English.
It was terribly lovely, and somehow, terribly Oxford - of course, a perfectly logical place to bump into her.