I edited a bit
but seriously, we used to say we could tell who went to Oxford if you glimpsed them briefly in the streets of Oxford (they really stayed in their own little private areas away from us plebs) by the posh accents, loud overbearing annoying voices, silly hairdos, knitted wool jumpers, corduroy trousers etc.
It's true as well.
The best story was an Oxford guy who got on the local bus service where one of my mates ws riding, asnd asked for
"A dual admission, please"
and the driver was "you what?"
Eventually the driver managed to weedle it out of him that he wanted a return ticket
By the way, where you looking at currently?