It was the October of 1949 when I came up to Oxford. They called it Michaelmas Term. Within a few days I had contracted to buy life membership of the Oxford Union Society
In those days I went regularly to the Thursday evening debates. Robin Day. Norman St John Stevas. The Right Honourable Sir Anthony Wedgewood-Benn, Bart. Rees-Mogg, already looking as he does today save that his hair is now white.
It was late Lent of 1980 when I renewed my acquaintance with the Union. Such a welcome enclave in the city centre. A slumberous library with a familiar collection. Old and trusted. A bar with good cups of coffee. The cheapest in Oxford. Other friendly facilities. And good company.
Today all is open again. They call it Week Nought . Gradually it returns to seething young life after the pausa between Hilary and Trinity.
et in saecula saeculorum
francis cameron, oxford, 19 april 2010
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