I like the way they sell cakes by writing ‘butter’ on them, even if there’s no butter in them. Butter is far from a word of honour where I’m from…
The attitudes towards alcohol differs also significantly from home. The student halls have their own bar, employed by university staff bearing the uni logo. It feels funny ordering a beer from a school employee.
The library here has the most fantastic books, and they can be borrowed a whole year! I got a most fascinating book on the Picts and a beautiful medieval-style reprint of C. Agrippa. But when will I have time to read?
Ouch! Freshers’ week is renowned for high pace, and I’m starting to feel it. My body gives subtle hints like aching in the knees for no reason and I keep remembering stupid things I’ve done ages ago. Usually when such things pop up in my head I’m dead tired, so I take it as a sign and slowen the pace a bit.


