The gargoyle on my desk grimaces at me as I keep on putting off going to the library to start work on the next essay.
The gargoyle is on an Oxford monthly calendar I was given for Christmas, and has buggly eyes and is tongue stuck out at me. Oxford is covered in the little fellows, all making fun at centuries of undergraduates passing through, succeeding or failing, and moving on to great, or not so great things.
What will the gargoyles make of us, of me, as we pass through the system here, enroute to church life and leadership further down stream. They have seen it all before, but you never know, we might come up with something new that will stop the world in its tracks...?
Here's a different gargoyle, Mr May!!!
