So I've been here in Harcourt Hill, Oxford where the sun (seemingly) shines eternally for just over a week. The place is dead cool with something of the rural village about it. Not only are we located on the top of a steep hill on the outskirts of Oxford, but we have a small chapel, a criminally under-stocked shop, a bar that looks like a British Legion and a plethora of fields at every corner. As far as university campuses go this is a campus less ordinary - and in this instance this is good thing. So all is well on that front but would you believe it that after less than a week all of the postgrad accommodation (Blocks JJ to RR) occupants were subject to a lengthy and rather weak group bollocking. Our thanks go out to the pillocks that were chanting "We're gonna teach your f------ kids" at the top of their voices whilst destroying some of the more attractive examples of local plant life. As a warning, the author of the group telling-off, Dr A. Gibb, stated that: .