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     As term approaches, the ratio of interesting happenings to hard work swings sharply towards 'hard work'. I am continuing to work at a worryingly slow pace. I am concentrating on Organic Chemistry since this is my main weak spot. This is possibly not helping to increase the work rate. Tonight is 'get the Freshers drunk' night. It seems traditional that the Freshers must spend their first day in college with a hangover. This is possibly to make the rest of term seem more pleasant. I suspect that this tactic is doomed to failure, since most people seem to spend a large amount of time trying to regain the hangover. Perhaps college looks better when your eyes have stopped working in harmony, begun the trial separation and started court proceedings for a divorce. The chemists seem a normal enough lot, blissfully unaware of the fun they have ahead. Another tradition seems to be that the chemists go to the Three Goats' Heads. This is possibly another tactic to make beer in the bar seem palatable, since the Goats only serves Samuel Smith's booze. It is possible to keep the bitter down, but the stout has a brown head and a faintly dangerous smell. I cannot comment on the taste since my taste buds staged a walkout after the first drops arrived. Chris decided to go to a nightclub after we had returned to the college bar. Fifth Avenue (or, depending on taste/state of inebriation, 'Filth Av', 'Fif Av' or 'Fifv') is, I am told, a wonderful venue. I have not visited it, since I watched the videos in biology lessons and have grown fond of the little fiddly bits in my ears that get damaged by excessive decibels. Call me boring if you will, but at least I have a chance of hearing you. Mark and I returned to the flat. A few minutes later, Mark was fast asleep. Since the chair looked comfortable, I left him. |
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