I'm Dan. I live and go to university in Bath. I share a flat with my esteemed drinking companion (Tom), a Maths freak who has recently discovered healthy living (Aaron) and a super army soldier (Emily). We've only just got to know Emily, she's moved in with us because Fatty (Eric) moved out to go and live with people on his course. Bastard!
I study Mechanical Engineering. I'm insane but glad I’m not at Bath Spa University College. It isn't actually a real university despite the lies they try to sell you.
I come from St. Tudy. This is in Cornwall. Regardless of what anyone ever says to you about Cornwall being backward, inbred, impoverished, technologically antiquated or overly populated by retired Londoners; it is. It's also the finest place to live on God's green earth. The people are unique and the pace of life geared specifically to the drunk, lazy, elderly and infirm.
I'm 21 now. I went from village primary school to private school to state college to here. Truro School was an interesting way to waste 5 years of my life, but secondary education is compulsory and the local comprehensive school was and is shit. Truro College, until I came to university, was the best time of my life.
I work in a TGI Friday's. A more accurate desription of the situation is that I sell my soul week in week out for the Whitbread Group PLC. The money however is fantastic for the ammount of work I do.
Week 8: The Jam is still toubling me. Caliornia Waiting is licked and a certain Mr. Hoppus must have been touched by an angel when carouel popped into his head.
