But who?

It’s Saturday of Freshers’ Week in Oxford. Almost certainly, among the uncoordinated first-time rowers tangling their oars on the river this afternoon and the rat-arsed out on the streets this evening heading for a ball in bedsheets, bow ties and impossible heels, I have seen a judge, cabinet minister or captain of industry from the next generation. Almost certainly, when they reach the future, they will bump into each other again and reminisce about the fun times at Oxford.