They’d be able to tell you at the Central Library. For what it’s worth, if the Berkshire House pub on Abingdon Road is still there, I believe it’s so named because the county boundary ran very close to there.

“It is customary for authors in a preface to thank their wives and their families for their practical help, their forebearance and their sympathy. I, too, have recieved all of these. But this book was written in spite of the distractions posed by my wife, nine dogs, two cats and two boisterous children.”

That’s actually a really good film, as long as you fast-forward through any bits that don’t feature Alan Rickman. I haven’t seen the ending, since I tend to switch it off after the Sheriff dies, but I understand I’m not missing much.

Oh I’m not going to read it.

Alright, I’ve flicked through without finding much of note, except that RKS doesn’t think much of Herbert Marcuse. Which I’m sure was reciprocated at the time, since I suppose Macuse was dead before RKS’ greatest achievements.

I only ask because there’s a notorious bit of Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves where Kevin Costner arrives back in his native Blighty and tells his friend that they’ll be “in Nottingham by nightfall”, despite having no visible means of transport other than their legs.

But perhaps this is the same parallel universe where Oxford is half an hour from London.