Scritch, scratch

Liszt is a family name, but the family in question does not seem to be related to the Hungarian composer. Rather, it is a pun on ‘list’: cataloguing items and thoughts is more than a hobby for Mama Liszt, Papa Liszt, Winifred, Edward, Frederick, Grandpa, and the cat. It is their identity and an inherently solitary occupation the family share. ‘Mama made lists of ghastly illnesses and the greatest football players of all time. Papa made lists of dreaded chores and small winged insects.’

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Week in Pictures ’16, Part 47

November in Oxford can be bright, but also gloomy and dreary if it is raining, with the cold seeping through coats and wet shoes, inside your pockets, into your soul, until it reaches the embarrassing childhood secrets. To prevent that from happening, the locals have mastered the art of layering, piling on up to four types of tweed. Alternatively, one can plan their route to never stray too far from a pub, which in Oxford comes naturally.

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