The question, perhaps, is not whether Oxford makes time for tradition, but which traditions have the privilege of being considered part of ordinary life.
My home village, in the quiet countryside of Cheshire, has a population of 200. Within walking distance, you'll find a church, a pub, and an upscale coffee shop.
'But how do you satisfy an itch in a country where one can’t order more than a glass of prosecco? I feel awkward gesturing for the bill with the ridiculous English hand gestures, let alone asking for uno handjob.'