Flashback to wild times –
I just got a roll of film developed from last month’s Halloween party during my last weekend in Manchester. I’m sober in this picture, since I’m always sober, but I can’t say the same for the other roomies in the photo. I miss them. I miss the collective insanity. I miss hearing phrases in 4 or 5 languages, including Gaelic; I miss Ben playing Arabic tunes on his 12-string in the room below me. I miss the dinner parties. The international parties. The drag parties. The homework parties. What fun times. What fun people. What a fun place to live. Too bad Manchester Uni was the pit of hell.
sigh…
