Oxford: Inspector Lewis ... and Hathaway :)

Ok, so, those of you who have seen the PBS Masterpiece series "Inspector Lewis" or even have heard of it will imagine my "wait, what?" moment of astonishment, surprise, and a little wimsical glee when Hathaway passed me in the street this morning. At least, it looked awfully a lot like him, and he had a handful of serious-looking persons about, with a policeman or two thrown in for good measure. I was on my way to the Eng Fac at an ungodly hour (considering it is Sat) and I was walking down Broad Street, almost to Blackwells, when I glanced up (only tourists stare about and look at things in Oxford; those who know keep their eyes glued to the pavement)to see this group of people pass by, with this really tall blonde guy in the centre, talking on his cell phone. (I thought it a bit too creepy to post a picture here, but for those of your curious enough, little grey cells + google does wonders). He didn't see me *sob* and I was too polite (or just too out of it, take your pick) to stop them and interrupt and be all touristy and ask for an autograph or something, so I just kept walking. I was even too out of it to notice if Lewis was there too ... but oh well. Probably my closest brush with claim-to-fame ever, but it was cool :)

Anyway, back to Sense and Sensibility; To be sensible or not to be sensible, that is the question! ... and "sensible" had an entirely different, nearly opposite meaning, in Austen's time, so choose wisely!