Guys, guys, I love Oxford, I really do. I love it because I get to walk past buildings with signs outside like this: “Henry Wellcome Ancient Biomolecules Centre ” and I love it because it’s the only place in the world I’ve ever heard people berating their children because they just ran past the Henry Moore statue. I really love Oxford. It’s a place that palpably holds story to me, a sort of mystical magical story and yet a story which is vividly everyday and matter of fact. HMV. Costa Coffee. Stone tablets from 20BC. All of them sort of just there, and fitting together somehow.