Part two of three: the fall and fall of the Oxgoths
Way back, in the time I lived in Oxford, there was always an Oxgoth meet on Tuesday nights, it was at the Antiquity Hall when I joined in, but then moved around a bit. Last night it was at the Chequers and consisted of four of us, Cat, Ed, Tony and me. Everyone else is useless. Spikey is still useless. Hu has run away to London to live a life of hedonism and isolation. Everyone else was just tired, or boring, or …
At least I’m not feeling like I’ve really missed out on anything going on in Oxford these days, since it seems that nothing happens.
Of course the quietness at the pub /could/ be because it was Intrusion night. But I didn’t know anyone when I got there, so I doubt that. Oh, except for squiddity and friends who had come up from London…. There were lots of faces I kinda recognised but hardly any of them had names or other memories to go with them, and those which did didn’t have good memories. So, there *is* a thriving scene in Oxford these days, its just that I’m not part of it any more.
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