Read more: What it’s like to do a triathlon with no training and no equipmentīeing from the Black Country originally, I had never struggled for a decent balti but my standards were high. Kings of Leon's Sex on Fire was still ringing in my ears from the night before and all I had managed to stomach since the toast in Metros at 3am was a packet of Monster Munch. I had discovered, for instance, that cider, beer and blackcurrant was not as tasty on the way up as the way down, but I was yet to discover just how enormous my student debt would end up being or how useless my politics degree would be in future job searches.īut debt or lack of marketable skills didn't even factor into my thinking at the time. It was my freshers week, a time of discovery. In September of 2008 I dragged my hungover, hungry, husk of a body out of my student flat in search of a curry house.
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