Posts tagged Cambridge
Eventually a Vice Chancellor with a sense of history has to ask the eternal question of university management. Who would my predecessors have killed by now?
While the exam results had been taken down outside the Senate House, the blood stains were proving harder to shift …
Of course, on graduation days summary execution for walking on the grass was prohibited. But he could wait.
The Proctor was always surprised at how easy it was to lure tourists into the black portal.
Once you’ve dipped a body in concrete, Cambridge offers a suprising number of places to conceal it.
The church looked to constitute about a quarter cathedral; which, of course, is also Cambridge slang for a £250 bribe.
In Cambridge, steeplechase normally refers to flight across a church roof. I’d like to claim pursuit by homicidal clergy was optional …
Of course, it wasn’t King George who was buried there …
Webster once made a big deal about death having a lot of doors for men to take their exits, and most of them so curious they opened both ways. I was setting off for a College where E staircase alone would have blown old Webster’s eyebrows right off …
Spring in Cambridge! When one finds beer in beer gardens, narrow boats upon the river, and daggers sprouting from academic spines with all the profusion of Parker’s Piece daffodils.
The engine was still warm. The Wilsey Chair of Divinity couldn’t have gotten far …
A storm was gathering over the darkened streets of Cambridge, and once again I suspected I would require more than an umbrella to weather it.
Traditionally, on the first sunny day of the Cambridge Spring, the boat clubs gather to erect a few whipping posts and sharpen flensing knives.
Despite it being a rare sunny day down by the old Mill Pond, my mood was as bitter as the half-pint before me …
And once again, spring had sprung about my ankles like a man trap.
