"Also, I think I just assumed that crime happened in Oxford like it did back home"
doesn't hold true when you come from the Worlds Most Boring Village.
From the age of 8 I lived in Burton on the Wolds (http://connectingcommunities.charnwood-arts.org.uk/index.php?pageid=136&subareaid=1), a village with a population of about 900. Crime happened even there, believe it or not -- there were plenty of burglaries, and there was definitely a stabbing in the woods at the end of the playing-fields (I don't recall the details, but I do remember it lending quite unwelcome weight to my parents' insistence that it wasn't safe to play in the woods even with friends).
I'm not sure I'd vote for Burton as the World's Most Boring Village, but it seemed incredibly dull to a teenager who wanted to have a social life. Eventually, however, I learned that there are no boring places, only boring people.
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Date: 2005-01-19 02:28 pm (UTC)doesn't hold true when you come from the Worlds Most Boring Village.
From the age of 8 I lived in Burton on the Wolds (http://connectingcommunities.charnwood-arts.org.uk/index.php?pageid=136&subareaid=1), a village with a population of about 900. Crime happened even there, believe it or not -- there were plenty of burglaries, and there was definitely a stabbing in the woods at the end of the playing-fields (I don't recall the details, but I do remember it lending quite unwelcome weight to my parents' insistence that it wasn't safe to play in the woods even with friends).
I'm not sure I'd vote for Burton as the World's Most Boring Village, but it seemed incredibly dull to a teenager who wanted to have a social life. Eventually, however, I learned that there are no boring places, only boring people.