Those of you who remember will know that the present palace of fun is a concrete and glass tent perched on the roof of a concrete and glass monstrosity on the banks of one of the Thameses in Oxford. Though it is a (nineteen-)sixties architect-designed monstrosity, it makes some few attempts to capture the eccentricity of real colleges; or perhaps that should be `because it is a (nineteen-)sixties architect-designed monstrosity'. There is the lead-covered ziggurat on the roof just by my living room window, for example. And in particular, there is that cupboard door in the corner of the living room which, when opened, is seen to be a window shutter on a north-facing lancet window. Through this I can see the living room of a penthouse on the opposite side of the quad, and through that I can see another lancet window pretending to be a cupboard. And lo, when that one is unshuttered what do I see but... aha, An Alignment. Consulting my Compass, Magnetic, Marching, Mk. 1. (Part No. 56005) and an Ordnance Survey map I find that we are aligned on the satellite earth station at Gibraltar Bend one way, and the Joint European Tokamak at Culham the other way. Now, just why do I find this to be so disturbing? [Reference: Alfred Watkins, The Old Straight Track -- its mounds, beacons, moats and mark stones, (1925)]