So, I get up have a shower and get some cereal and then hop into the old MARTIN MOBILE (Tom's Dad's Car) for the two hour drive to Sheffield itself. So first things first, half way through the Journey we stop at the services because Martin needs one of his dodgy cigars and we're in need of a coffee because of it being so darn early in the morning man. And the Coffee was just huge...
|Ever had a well of coffee?|
So within a couple of moments, we were lost. The signs all disappeared and we were hunting for swings and roundabouts to find this university me, Tom, Lizzy and poor old Martin. So, we had to stop and ask some yokels. They looked shocked, when I just shouted out my window at them and they got us there, me bursting for a wee and 15 minutes till my English talk. I was bricking my pants. I mean, if I missed this talk we'd have to wait around, so to the Univesity! WARP FACTOR NINE ENGAGED MAN! I was running up the parking complex stairs, towards any person with a red Sheffield Hallam T-shirt to get my bearings and get me towards the nearest toilet. My bladder was on the rupture path and I wasn't going to last long...
|Say "Hi." to the competition|
Running, finding a student rep and asking where that bog was. I've never been so relieved, running through the canteen towards the toilet and dropping my trousers to expel. Oh dear, five minutes. Running again to the lecture theatre. I was lucky it was running late, I had to wipe the sweat off me brow, have a quick peek around at the other candidates (mostly girls) and then listen intently as he began...
|Have you seen these people?|
|What a beautiful chocolate girl :)|
|Where's Paul when you need him?|
|Not so Common a Common Room actually|
Walking back we checked out the student Union rather then head straight back to the Uni, we hadn't much left to look at really and the Union is a big part of university and although it looked like "something about to take off" as Martin quite aptly put it, it could've been rubbish on the inside. We couldn't be more wrong, it looked so cool with two bars and a shop. Four "pods" all doing different things a stage, a dance studio, a lounge and such but the best thing about the Student Union which my friend Paulio would agree on whole heartedly is that they had a Jaeger Machine and Budweiser on Tap. DEFINITELY SCORE! I couldn't believe it, epic or what?
|Nothing worse then a dry bar|
|DISCO DISCO GOOD GOOD!|
|Ummmm NOM NOM NOM!|
|Probably the best game of hide and seek waiting to happen?|
That was it really, the car journey home wasn't exciting we were all shattered poor Martin stuck with a bunch of sleeping teens, my goody bag at my feet; his son and his bird cuddled up in the back. Ha, pretty funny really when he woke us all up by driving through a massive puddle and let it splash up the windscreen almost leapt out the sun roof being half asleep and all that. Got home had curry, good day really. Had a long chat with the parents about the future, about effort and stuff. Story of my life really.
What it was about Sheffield I think is that it was right in the middle of the City, right in the heart where I wanted to be. It sold the course well and the place was just magical, the place had Xbox and Jaeger what else could a guy need, so, I suppose Paul will be moving to Sheffield with me then won't you Paul? It'd be good it's an awesome place and I just can't wait to start making my portfolio for it.
Well, now to South Bank CIASSOU!