The ride from Gatwick to Oxford is just about two hours. During that time I saw two soccer matches in progress, saw two cars in a row with "Cheeky Monkey On Board" window placards, finished Chuck Klosterman IV, and listened to Radiohead.
Oxford has been very accommodating so far. It's wonderful to see my sister again. I've missed her. She's done well in the friends department while she's been here. For dinner, the lot of us went to The Eagle and Child, which is a pub where Lewis and Tolkien used to spend a lot of time. We were going to go to Jude the Obscure, which is were Radiohead first played, but they weren't serving food.
I should point out that, in my mind, this trip has been a little bit of a Radiohead tribute. I like Radiohead. Some people think I like Radiohead for the same reasons I drink hot tea and read Charles Bukowski. True, I drink hot tea and read Charles Bukowski to appear artsy and feel superior, but I legitimately like Radiohead. I think Thom Yorke's pretty brilliant, and as far as bands go, they're intelligent, inventive, and particularly talented musicians.
Anyways, before I left, I made sure I had every Radiohead song on my computer on my ipod. Right now, I'm in the middle of "Morning Bell", the third track off I Might Be Wrong: Live Recordings. So far I've listened to Pablo Honey, My Iron Lung EP, The Bends, OK Computer, "Fake Plastic Trees" from the Tibetan Freedom Concert, Kid A, and Amnesiac. That only leaves the rest of I Might Be Wrong, and Hail to the Theif. (I don't have all of Thom Yorke's The Eraser, but I'll listen to it when I get back).
I'd also like to go on the record and say, contrary to what I've been told, that Pablo Honey is a pretty great album. Even if it is their worst (which I'm not sure it is) it still kicks an awful lot of arse.
Take that Chad's uncle.
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