“Writing for the College Tribune, debates at the L&H, Law Soc. lunchtime plays at Dramsoc. Very scary bouncers at the bar and the bar itself, dark, dank, cigarette smoke everywhere, a greenish bluish colour on the walls, sticky seats; horrific toasted cheese thingies wrapped in cling film, films in Theatre P, Arts Day. Drinking in the Montrose. Dressing up to go to Balls. Club 92 (!), lectures. The Wall. I worked at the Campus Bookshop. Nothing that happened was unimportant and everything – everything – was crucial. I would do it all over again and wouldn’t change a thing, except perhaps my haircut.”
