I have found my badge which served me well in Freshers Week (though, since I went to that bastion of privilege, St Andrews, I ought to call it Bejants Week). Though I think the two things which made me memorable were the fact that I spilt red wine down my posh white top in the first five minutes of the David Russell Hall welcome drinks, and my participation in the Student Union Blind Date show (he didn’t pick me, but I definitely had the sauciest answers).
It’s not quite true of course – I shall know Nick and Jane, and Bobbi if she can get her trike fixed. So that will be 3 down, 246 to meet. No worries 🙂