Hah, how is Broomhill anyway? Fox and Duck still packed on Fridays? I remember starting up there at a mates at 4 and then walking down the hill all the way to Leadmill, fell in there, had a couple Vodkas and falling out again before grabbing a cab back to ours for some more coffee whisky and some blunts. Collapsing at 6, then waking up at 4pm the next day to find us all strewn around the room like it's Platoon or something. If you ever want to find exactly where I lived, go to the Arts Tower, then walk down the hill past the Sainsburys at the back, at the bottom there's a small underpass, go through, between the Opal2 buildings and the balcony 1 floor up directly across the road was my flat. It was cheap, only had me and my best mate in it and was so central we just fell out of bed 5 minutes before class.
I miss being a student. It was laziness with direction.