Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Thank fuck. I passed, and as I expected, I got a 2:2. I got a stack of Bs for this term’s work, actually some of my highest Bs this year, and that includes my dissertation grade as well. Tom and Ian passed too, so everything’s great on that front. If we sorry band of three can get degrees, then the rest of you have no excuse.

The upshot of graduating? Our Brookes Bus Passes are now invalid. Tonight, there’s a 3CR gig to celebrate, then in the morning it’s back to my life of abject poverty. At least the past three years actually amounted to something for us all.

I’ll say it once, and then we can forget the whole experience ever occurred:

James Hunt, BSc