But it meant he'd never been to one of the most amazing places in the UK - the Pitt Rivers Museum - I had to put that right!
We'd arranged to go down to Dorset to stay with Alison and Mike for Christmas, and since it's so bloody far from Sheffield it seemed an ideal opportunity to break the journey in Oxford. And since John had finally discovered that youth hostels are fantastic places to stay, I'd booked us in for two nights.
We arrived late on Friday, dumped our stuff, cooked some pasta for tea, and wandered out for a pint.
On the Saturday I got to show him the amazing world of the Pitt Rivers; boats hanging from the ceiling, shrunken heads, and millions of other items crammed into cabinets - some with hand written labels. I love it there and John did too.
