The prospectus didn’t prepare you for this. Nothing could.
So many random acts of kindness.
Did you go to Manchester? Or Cambridge? Maybe Edinburgh?
No seriously. There’s a uni that officially celebrates the conception of the guy they were named after.
Warning: Not for those with a weak stomach.
Isn’t that like, paying for your friends?
There isn’t much studying going on, unless you count wine-tasting class.
Did you do maths? Philosophy? Physics?
Yes, (most of us) know how to read.
“Yes, I’ve been to the Cavern Club.”
It’s not all Greek to you.
Never chase the fun in a nightclub. It is just not worth it.
It’s like the Sorting Hat, but for college girls.
“Isn’t that called The Kissing Disease?”
Warning: You shouldn’t do any of these things (probably).
Can you get paid for watching TV?
Contains an excellent recipe for “vodka squash”.
John’s? Pembroke? Girton?
Why is the King always asleep?
But what about Occam’s razor?
Get ready for the best year of your life.
At first, you won’t succeed, but you should try, try again.
The one time you *tried* to do the assigned reading.
GO AWAY, YOU DON’T CARE WHERE I’M FROM.