This will mean nothing to most people.
- Cripps
- Hu Stu
- Lenton
- Lincoln
- Derby
- Rutland
- Sherwood
- Florence Nightingale
- Ancaster
- Cavendish
- Willoughby
- Florence Boot
All these and The Lakeside Pavillion, Buttery and Sports Centre. Half a pint of beer in eaxh one of these bars. When you've done that, you can call yourself a Nottingham student.
Until then you're just a pimply eighteen year old clinging to Mama and Papa's apron strings.
Honestly, it's not that scary being at Nottingham University. Really. After almost three years you get used to it. Well, sort of. To the extent that you can look back and laugh. Almost.
Or slightly quicker if you do the Beeston Sixteen. That's Sixteen halves of bitter. And you have to walk home afterwards.
Don't worry dear, it's only a University.
Madmusingsofme, responding to seasonal search requests...
Gert, Bitch...
How sad I am I can still name them in order, sixten years later.
(Wortley was before my time)
