By the end of Michaelmas, darkness had begun to arrive before dinner, and I was still figuring out how to make Oxford feel like a life rather than a place I was passing through.
It feels like only days ago that I was walking through the University Parks, ringed by waves of the greenest grass, the shiniest puddles, and the healthiest plants.
Jake Mellett talks to Max Clifford about super-injunctions, famous clients and the fake Cliffords on Facebook, when he spoke at the Oxford Union last week