I think I got a feel for Oxford the very first morning, because I, I don’t know whether you know the old Radcliffe infirmary, but there’s an enormous long corridor which takes you up to the Department of Medicine, and I was trundling along this, my heart sinking, and before I ever even got into my office, a little old man shot out and said- you must be Weatherall. So you know, again, it was no use denying it, so he said- your predecessor gave me space in the department when I retired, I assume you’re not going to take it off me. I hadn’t even got in the office. So, so no, I’m sure we can arrange something, good, and he stumped off down the corridor, then turned around and said- oh, I should have introduced myself, my name is Hans Krebs. Well, I discovered later that I’d given away half our available space already, I mean, he was kind of metastasising all over the department, but no, it was great to have him actually. No, it was strange, and because the college life was even stranger to me, my first meetings at Magdalen were really odd, I mean, asking whether I could take my wife in, and the answer being, his exact words which I’ve never forgotten- we don’t have any college regulation which says you may not bring your wife in, but if you’re thinking of doing so, some of us would like at least 48 hours notice to make other dining arrangements. Can you imagine, this is 1974? So that side of Oxford, I never actually felt entirely comfortable with, but what was really good about Oxford was the quality of the people in the Department of Medicine and the quality of young people. I mean, in Liverpool we always had a few excellent young people, but it was just enormous numbers of young people, and also the, we had all these other extraneous sources like Rhodes scholars, Commonwealth scholars, and so on, so it was a wonderful place for grooming young people.