Cognitive Science
As I'd merrily gone to my Chemistry A level after a few bongs in the park I got into Sussex Uni through clearing. This meant that all the best on-site accomodation had gone and all that was left were rooms with 2 beds in. I'd be sharing...

Mercifully I can't remember my room-mates name, which is odd, as he's the kind of guy who sticks in the mind. With a head like a kiwi (no, the fruit), teeth like dinner plates, ears like the FA cup and boggle eyes like a Nissan Micra he was a cruel victim of a mighty thrashing with the ugly stick. Below the neck though he had the body of an Adonnis (and i'm a straight guy), an exercise nut and fit as a fiddle. He was studying cognitive science and was too deeply into psychology for an 18 year old. He had a metre and a half of Freud books on his mantlepiece and would poke me awake with his snooker cue (he loved this cue, he must have screwed it together each time), note book in hand, asking what i'd been dreaming about so he could log it for his degree, in a piece of coursework where he was "attempting to control the dreams of another". He was so strong and scary I had to tell him. This essay was admitted and got a 2-1.

He was also the campus dealer. The 9am bongs gave him great lucidity for exercise, mental activity and coursework. Me? Because he gave me all the weed I could smoke free of charge I got 18% in my exams and got chucked out at the end of the first year. He also had THE most hidious lardy ginger (no offence, boss) girlfriend from Essex I've ever met. She would come down and they'd hump like screaming anteaters with me lying 2 metres away. He'd have gashes down his back in the morning you could grow cress in. And I once heard the twangy sound of a condom get slipped on followed by the immortal words "...mmmm..., lemon flavour".

When I moved out to a smaller room with a single bed, no one moved into his room so he still paid £20 a week and had a double bed! Arsehole!

Still, he had an a-mazing stereo and a binbag full of dub. I am now a rather good sound technician, and it was a flash in the brain during (his) bifta listening to (his) Lee Perry that the worm turned from Biology to audio.

But the poking didn't half hurt.

I now live with my parents. My Dad eats all my food, my brother plays his music very loud and my mum shits in the kettle. Lovely people.
(bendyness shows you on the brick where he licked her, Fri 6 Apr 2007, 10:20, Reply)