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Jon Millington's avatar

At my unsuccessful Oxford interview the don of doom sat me right next to a very hot fire and refused to look at me throughout the whole sorry experience. I remember a flash of spectacles and a malevolent bald skull in profile, nestled betwixt the wings of a leather armchair. I was relieved not to get in so I could go to York and be sick in Vanbrugh bar

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Pete Wolf's avatar

Oxford was one of the 5 british universities I applied to. Unsuccessfully of course. At the same time a friend of mine (also austro-hungarian german) actually got admitted. I still see him frequently. If I compare what Oxford left him, to what York left me (and that includes the Metropolitan :) I am positively pleased to have been rejected. At the time I couldn't care less, and I really have no idea who of my York friends were Oxbridge rejects (well, not true, I know now that Rowan's one).

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