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Rordon has felt rather removed from Oxford this week: unaware of his surroundings, like Boris at a party. The model bus fanatic said party-gate reports are a “load of nonsense,” a claim OxYou is familiar with. In Rordon’s biased reply, he states claims are often not nonsense. You need to distinguish fact from fiction meaning that, like into sauvignon blanc at Jamal’s, the penny dropped a lot this week. This ranged from restaurants to recitals, and he discovered that rowing is not all barbeques and bucket hats. He will still leave colourful costumes to the kilo sales. Enjoy your burnt roasts.
Rordon went to what he can only assume was a food market on Saturday. ‘Summer eats,’ he thinks a Scot called it. It was like freshers’ fair but instead of pens burnt hotdogs were given, and instead of free they were not. For £3 you could get Pimm’s with fruit, Pimm’s without fruit, or a meat burger (meat not specified). You could get free lemonade if you spoke to Christians but Rordon thought that was unfair on non-drinkers who, famously, are Muslim. If you did not want to hear about your eternal damnation, the event had an outside radio that consisted of no music, but talk of appeals and crabs. Rordon assumes they were covering the new Little Mermaid. He noticed this, and the new Mario film, reflected in bucket hats. Aware this wasn’t Cannes (too much sunburn, not enough snails), Rordon questioned the relevance of such dress-up. It was only when he saw the lycra beneath the hats that he started to realise.
DON’T WORRY DADDY
Clinton “the father of Florence” Pugh disparaged Oxford’s Low Traffic Neighbourhood (LTN (less Toyotas, now!)) scheme after his Cafe Tarifa got repossessed. He says placing bollards in the road is “disruptive,” like stopping on the street or putting twigs inside your restaurant. Rordon is surprised there even was a traffic issue, considering all the park-and-riders and Oxford students without their driver’s license. Perhaps because of Rordon’s oblivion, Clinton lost his venue. He may not want to take handouts from his millionaire daughter, but at least he has that luxury.
STRUCK A CORD
Rordon found himself attending a classical musical snoozefest concert at the Sheldonian. It wasn’t his idea either, but felt obliged to watch his friend perform after pushing his Sunday Roasts down everyone’s throats all term. Rordon admitted to enjoying the concert though, not least due to energetic conducting. He was surprised at the amount of movement going on, as the violinists jerked their heads violently with every bow stroke. It wasn’t only the physical movements that struck Rordon though, for he was gripped by the structural cohesiveness of Rachmaninov’s Symphony in particular.
“The whole thing feels like it’s building to an orgasm but never quite getting there,” Rordon chuckles. “It’s the ultimate act of edging; just as you feel it should resolve, it slows down and then starts up again. It gives an entire new meaning to vibrato.”
The whole thing was a refreshing cool-down after the Band Night at Jesus College the previous day. Rordon couldn’t even get a drink there, with the bar seemingly understaffed. Classic Jesus, the music turned water into wine. It got everybody dancing (and sweating) before Rordon ended the night with a G-string in his hand. He says it did not belong to a violin.
Out of toothpaste-stained Fila, Rordon went to a kilo sale this week. He notes buying clothes by the kilo as a good way to fight consumerism. Unsure as to which was men’s, Rordon just floated in the middle. He saw two shirts he liked: one was nicer, but one was Ralph Lauren. He opted for the latter, even though it was XXL and stank. He grabbed a couple of colourful shirts with BOP-potential and headed to the t-shirts. There, he found Fruit of the Loom, a stretched red Mickey Mouse top, an American Football team he had never heard of, more Fruit of the Loom and Macklemore. Unsure if this was freakin’ awesome, Rordon dropped all of the dead-people remains and headed for the exit. He got stopped, as security thought he had stolen his t-shirt. He was wearing poorly designed stash you wouldn’t expect people to pay full-price (/anything) for. They offered him a fiver for it.
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