School days

There are things that I expected to be different in moving from Oxford to Loughborough, the most obvious of which is the number of people here who think of sports as something grander than a passtime.

Something I wasn't prepared for is that I have, essentially, gone back to school. Yesterday I had lectures at nine, ten, eleven, two and three and tutorials (which, it turns out, in Loughborough mean "Lectures") at twelve and four.

Also, there is naïve sexual graffitti everywhere.

What's the deal, Loughborough?