Bev and Carol are characters from my two (soon to be three)
humorous memoirs. See right side panel.
EPISODE TWO
Location, location, location.
Ten-minute walk onto campus (if late for lecture), twenty-minute stagger back, (if tipsy), circular never-ending maze (if under the
influence of Southern Comfort).
Today, exploratory tour of campus (no alcohol).
Wore bright blue velvet jacket over button-through checked
maxi-dress and favourite platform sandals, bought from Dolcis’ during moment of
spontaneity into which consideration of outrageous price did not enter. Rocked myself there and clomped around
library, having registered but forgotten to bring reading list. BIRDBRAIN! Illustrious temple of learning and chewing
gum more or less empty – Saturday, before lunchtime.
Outside, weather behaving very well for October. Scouted off, noting small but well-equipped
laundrette, tiny superette selling produce at extortionate prices. Gasped at
sixties monstrosity dominating quadrangle - leggy students’ union, den of
iniquity and shrine to political busy-bodies. BRILLIANT!
Entered with intention of flouting authority. Glad of
rainbow eye-shadow and ‘Polyblonde’ hair. Edgy.
Found pigeonhole with name on it, stuffed with welcoming
literature (secretly pleased).
Notice boards advertising all manner of clubs/forthcoming
events, (browse later).
Behind stairs, treasure trove of games machines. Whines,
screeches and bangs, squeak of soft shoes on linoleum - best collection of
eye-candy in town. BOYS! Scruffy, hungover, oozing sex-appeal. BAD!
- obviously spent great deal of
time drinking beer and killing aliens/blowing up cities. Noted.
Up wide stairs and through to bar, murky/pungent even during
day, unhealthy/sticky, EXCELLENT! Realised full potential would only be evident
during hours of darkness. Checked out
jukebox for fave bands. LOADED. Resolved to return with bottle of cider,
later.
Visited gig/events room - soon to be favourite disco
hothouse. Congratulated self on very
bloody good choice of educational establishment.
Wended way back to Room, tra la, via superette (rice
pudding, Ambrosia - lunch).
Full of joys of autumn, randomly hatching plan to befriend
girl in next room (looked nice).
Rocked myself back to hall with enthusiasm.
DISASTER - beloved sandal (left foot) snapped in middle -
nearly broke ankle/neck/wind.
Arrived bare-foot. Lay on bed, listening to ‘Rumours’
(Fleetwood Mac) being played in several rooms at same time/not at same
time!
Fabulous start to groovy education.
Brain sparkle. Deep
sigh of contentment.
