Not the replacement imp, just so you know!

In amongst the getting to know new colleagues, a mini-blip meet, ice cream and some house viewings, we fitted in a little tourism. One of my new colleagues is an alumnus of Lincoln College, so he could show us (me, his parents and their friend who happened to be in Oxford and popped into the office to say hello at just the right moment) around the bits they don't usually let the tourists into - including the bar, which is where this poor soul is imprisoned. The story is that he used to be on the wall, but due to old age has seen better days and been replaced, but I have to say I'm not sure, he really is just a few metres away from the bar, and it's amazing what damage can be done after a few drinks when you hang around with students. Or perhaps he's the troublemaker and that's why he's behind bars! For more info on the Lincoln Imp, see wikipedia. If you don't know what I'm doing in Oxford, please see yesterday's blip.