Oh, pardon me, I was quaintly thumbing through a book on post-Orientalism, eloquently mentioning to my classmates that I find the views of Edward Said to be slightly pandering. Sorry hold on, that's what I imagined myself doing when I first applied. Instead I write this with the fond memory of putting six hours sleep into a rather nicely-trimmed hedge, safe in the knowledge that there was something in this life that looked more worse-for-wear than myself after the previous night out. Although even that is debatable. Student debauchery is a well-known part of the entire 'Student Life' stereotype, however the flip-side was always meant to be a potent mixture of challenging, stimulative academic material twinned with a teaching staff who could exude more charisma for their chosen subjects than a newborn puppy noshing a first chew-toy. However as many including myself know, the actuality of attending Universities up and down the land is that the latter of the above statement is all but completely gone. I've been through two Universities in my time, and amongst the cavalcade of potential knowledge-quenching interactions I've come across there's only a couple of lecturers who stick in my mind, and one of them was because of his glass eye. Nothing wrong with a glass eye of course, but when the movements of such a thing are more interesting than the delivery of the module subject matter, you've got a problem on your hands.