What attracts them to Oxford? br The lad who roughed me up, br the man who threatened to break my nose br if I grabbed the two quid back br he called 'Not enough for a bottle', br the sad pierrot who saluted, br exposing his tiny penis; br and all the other jackass Judes br who think you owe them money. br I suppose I understand. br They've seen 'Brideshead Revisited', br and view you as Little Lord Muck, br the sewage their bacteria of resentment breed in. br Useless to say 'I'm in debt': br you're as real as Morse's plum Jag, br a hologram of their hatred - br and a compensation board. br br Fate seethed in the D stream. br She must have done, because university br cities choke; Chingeti br in galaxies of sand-grains br under Zubeneschamali, green br star of envy, scorpion's claw, br Alexandria. Oxford's br is the cruellest curse: poverty br with a fop's fob and masquerade br and fable, fantasy, fiction br in cockroach-coachloads.