So this past week at Edinburgh Uni has been titled ‘ Innovative Learning Week’. After much thought and painstaking deliberation I upped sticks and jetted ( 9 hour megabussed) my way down south to my home town of Birmingham. After all, at the forefront of the industrial revolution many moons ago, Birms is pretty well known for it’s innovation. I, on the other hand, decided to not partake in any such innovation despite the hundreds of years of inspiration that surrounded me. I spent my week at home ‘innovatively learning’ new methods of consuming wine, which as I discovered following this research, has only one foolproof method- pour wine into glass, consume, repeat if necessary. I never really bought into the ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ ethos, I’m more of a ‘out of sight out of mind’ kind of person, however, after three years of Uni I definitely hold true the fact that the longer you are away from home, the more you will miss it. And lets face it, free food and heating will always sweeten the deal.
Not an entirely accurate account of my Megabus journey, but it was so hot it might as well have been on fire.
After my 9 long hours on the Megabus I arrived home finally about midnight. If it weren’t for the fact I’m a poor student I would never travel by coach. There’s something self-important and impressive about plane travel, something romantic about rolling through the British countryside on a train and of course boat travel is the epitome of sophistication. Yet being on a Megabus holds none of these perks, being stuck to a sweaty obese man for the best part of a day with no Wi-Fi establishes that Megabus travel is definitely the Katie Price of the travel world- cheap, embarrassing and a complete eyesore.
Selwyn College- Yes thats where my sister lives,makes my flat look like a cave.
Thus began a week of dinner parties, excellent company, good food and a mammoth game of Articulate. The week was nicely rounded off by a trip further down south to Cambridge to see the twin. I’ve visited Cambridge many a time but it never ceases to impress me. The student life in Cambridge is undeserving of the common student stereotype. Replace crappy takeaways and bottles of Lambrini with three course meals and sparkling cava and you’ve got just an average Tuesday night at ‘Formal’. But now it’s back to reality, and back to Edinburgh, which is always a good thing. So I will return to a life of occasional study, copious amounts of bad ukulele playing and generally spend my time mooching around the Scottish capital. Oh and updating my blog with Music posts to avoid writing anything substantial…