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As part of an occasional series – where I get up early so you don’t have to, as in previous posts on Stonehenge solstice etc. – a frontline report from Oxford mayday, which by comparison was a relatively genteel affair – the only rasta locks I saw were on a security guard, one of many stopping anyone from jumping into the river off Magdalene Bridge.
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But from the moment the choir started singing from the top of the tower at 6.00 am, this had a magical quality: green men parading, a terrific samba band up the High St and Oxford buildings looking at their most dreamy in the morning mist. A lot of very hungover and loved up students emerged from clubs and pubs: a strange mixture of disco shorts and dishevelled black tie. And in the middle of it all, a talented band playing mournful latin music in front of the Havana cigar shop…… what a way to wake up to spring.
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