I've been mercilessly logging onto my websurf fourteen times a day to screw up the rest of you. Oh, and so I can re-live the glory days of it saying "First Class" on my transcript. That probably won't ever get old, and will probably remain the highlight of my meagre existence.
Oh, and I might be moving back into Mt. Fergus with my old flatmate. He's converted it back into a two-bedroom, so we have a massive living room and 42inch HD telly. We have to split the rent for the third room, but £350 a month including council tax with Sky TV seems like peanuts compared to Oxford, I'll have more drinking money (once this years debts are repaid) than I know what to do with. Expected PhD, 2018.