I spent the weekend at the Malmaison hotel in Oxford Castle which USED TO BE A PRISON AND IS APPARENTLY HAUNTED.
I was not haunted, which was disappointing. But my room used to be three prison cells and had bars on the windows, which was nice.
Also, I drank a bunch of cocktails (including a Black Forest martini, which was amazing), ate not quite enough lobster for the price, wibbled about living in a simulated universe, accused my boyfriend of not liking me &amp;#8220;because I&amp;#8217;m weird&amp;#8221;, and promptly fell asleep. Oh, and I went to a Nando&amp;#8217;s.
Welcome to my Oxford.