Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. Oh, alcohol, you suck. Ugh.

May Day, today. Oxford seems to have a particular thing about it. Next year, I'm going to try to get up early to hear the Magdalen College choir - following long tradition, at dawn on May Day, they sing from the tower in Magdalen College. Thousands of people go along to listen (and sometimes to jump in the river, apparently).

I've missed that, but no doubt in town today there'll be Morris Dancers aplenty. I have a few photos of various groups I've run across before, they each have their own look. I'm sure there's lots of meaning to it that I'm missing. A sometimes says he'd like to join a Morris troupe. I think that would be hilarious, but also painful, because he has a very idiosyncratic sense of rhythm, and there's a whole thing where they wave heavy sticks around... Yowch.

Okay. Must sort out what's happening today.