I got a big, meaty, fat envelope from Cambridge the other day. The exciting kind, rather than simply bureaucratic forms, filled with all sorts of goodies and revelations which, I have to admit, left me rather excited. University life is just around the corner! Here’s what I got:
In order: a gorgeous and wonderful Freshers’ Guide written and illustrated by students in a reassuringly friendly manner (and yes, with an apostrophe in the right place – hurrah!), a scary guide to not getting killed from the Home Office, some detailed instructions about joining including ‘A Letter from the Dean’ (yes, the Dean!), a big, official-looking rulebook, IT details and instructions on fancy new e-mail addresses, another Freshers’ Guide from the union, more letters including the phrase “Dominic… son of Roger” which made me laugh, dinner tickets and a timetable for the first week. Phew! Incidentally, I also found out that the random lottery has assigned me a room in the ‘Stephen Hawking’ building. It has higher rent, but it’s almost brand new and with en-suite showers in the rooms! Woo! Much nicer than Harvey Court, where most people live
Moving on, and something remarkable happened the other day: I actually bought an album. Whilst I would obviously never condone anything but the wholeheartedly legal purchase of one’s entire music collection, this especially legal purchase was of Soviet Kitsch, by Regina Spektor. Like all her stuff, it’s breathtakingly good and I absolutely can’t wait to see her live next month. If you kiss somebody then both of you’ll get practice…
Finally, I had a bit of a bumper Birmingham visit this week. Aside from being wined and dined at the local restaurant and picnicking with Andy and Lou (both lovely, thanks all!) one highlight has to be Trivial Pursuit, where Lucy and I really didn’t fare too badly against the combined wits of several adults. OK, so we lost – each time – but it was a pretty good show given that every other question managed to work in the Falklands.
(P.S. Friends – London picnic on Wednesday. Not sure where yet, expect a phone call. Be there!)