Foxcombe

Dear Diary,

I'm somewhat daunted and excited about going to Oxford University today. Getting there could be a problem due to yesterday's drink money blow-out. At least I can get to and from the town okay, and I have enough juice in my phone this time to get the global positioning satelitte on the flex. It's about an hour and three quarters walk from the centre, I reckon I can yomp that in under an hour, piece of cake.

I'm regretting booking myself in to learn Spanish, it means I'll miss the Art History lecture. Damn. I should've inspected the program more closely.

Last night was great catching up with Conan. We covered a lot of areas. He's really into this futile "free man of the land movement" and I told him the fruits of my conversation with the bearded Marxist en route to Walton. All the realm is ruled by the Queen and that if people stuck up pirate flags saying "I'm free!" they're not only unwise, but also in grave trouble. Historically the issue of sovereignty was decided a long time ago: Charles the second.

Anyway, we chatted until far passed the witching hour. If I'm lucky I'll get to see my other mates here when I get back from Oxford University. Ooh! I'm so excited!

Stay On the Flex,

Maxx.