The HMS Lord Nelson actually was pretty cool. It was easy to imagine lots of stumpy, filthy piratemen stumbling around on the swaying ship, trying not to hit their heads on the low ceiling or bump into Lord Nelson in his crib.
The Isle of Wight was a really great place to see. We weren't there very long and the day did end up causing us some trouble and stress, but it was great to see the channel and play some mutha-effing DISC. I also had a Guinness which was fantastic.
Ended up finding that our planned ferry back didn't exist and having our perfectly laid plans turn to shit. We caught a ghost train to Reading and got back to Oxford as dinner was starting. A cab ride and a 1/2 mile sprint later and we were enjoying our (last) first course in the Great Hall. We even beat Marina there. Apparently, the classical philosophers never put much thought into timeliness.
After dinner we went to a cheesy Latino-Polish-80s bar for drinks. Afterwards back to Dean's room where I manned the music helm and got in a heated argument with Riley and Kelly (can't remember about what, now...) Went to Andy's room for some OK Computer before bed. Excellent.




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