RSS feedFight or flight
Coming home is often the biggest surprise. Not only did I get a chance to relax and visit somewhere new, but I feel my independence has been turned up to 11.
New York has certainly mellowed my antipathy towards large cities, to the extent that Nottingham is starting to feel ever so slightly insular. The year’s influx of students perpetuate that - their homogeneity seems to increase every year. £1/pint night at (ugh) the Horn In Hand was crammed full of them - bedecked in H&M and pre-torn jeans. I’m by no means the student-hater, I just wish they were a bit more… interesting. They seem to be a lot more amoebic than I remember. Beer stimulus, vomit response. I am told that 125 of them ended up in A&E after Isis on Wednesday.
These may be my last few months in Nottingham. There are a lot of factors - career, friends, finances - but the desire to move on is steadily growing. If they are, then I want to make them ones to remember.
In alternate-reality news, the linkshell killed Fafnir twice this week, and it dropped a goddamn Ridill:
Matt got it; he may well be the first British player to have one for all I know. They’re ludicrously rare. I got the Aegishjalmr (Paladin hat) despite being 19 levels too low to use it. That’s the beauty of levelling unfashionable jobs, I guess.
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