First year gone
Well that's it, from Monday I'll be back in Coventry for (about) 2 months; without my bros but will all the Bond! It's going to be odd not being verbally abused every day and being told Roger Moore is the worst man on the planet since Vlad the Impaler; no doubt I'll end up swearing at myself in the mirror. To recover this blip in my mood I'm enduring a marathon of 'The Saint' (the black and white episodes) followed by a marathon of 'The Saint' (the colour episodes). Come the week of the 20th September disorder will be restored, one of my three best friends is moving to Leicester and DMU, the Wolfpack will be full and there will be a Bond film marathon to work in the new television; plus Star Wars and Batman (proper nerd fest). As I close one door, I'm waiting for the key to open the other.












