Happy memories of this, not least because I remember arriving here as a social newbie, and was quickly thrown into the maelstrom that is London life.
The wearing of daft hats, dancing to peculiar music, drinking your own body weight in alcohol and talking bull until 3 am in the morning is the only degree that you really need at 21.
The other higher education qualifications I have only lead to the company of grown ups, who, if they truly admitted it, would rather be wearing a daft hat and supping on a Brandy Alexander.
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