Everyone thinks they went to the best university. Of course, those of us who went to Cardiff just happen to be right. It may not rank as high as the Oxbridge lot, but it's a hell of a lot less pretentious. Cardiff may not be as big and busy as London, but it's still a capital city, so there's always something interesting happening just around the corner. And because of its size, that's literally just around the corner, not a forty minute tube journey away. And the fact that it's smaller means that you don't feel overwhelmed, and a forty minute walk through Bute park gets you out into the countryside. There are many things you know when you're a student at Cardiff University. For one, you learn that Winter lasts at least a month longer there than anywhere else. You quickly get used to the rough and ready Valleys boys rubbing shoulders (and occasionally other body parts) with the most fabulous drag queens in the land. The unicycling club promoters for Live Lounge seem totally normal after the second week. It only takes about a month to memorize the faces of all the religious and charity groups that will stop at nothing short of rugby tackling you just to have a little chat. Drinks, and rent, are insanely cheap which is just as well when you consider how bad the weather can be. Often, you won't realise how much you've changed until you return home for the holidays, at which point you will have to admit that, wherever you come from, you are now just a little bit Welsh. Whether you're a fresh-face first year or a jaded postgrad, here are a few more facts that should be familiar.
With a (nearly) useless degree in English literature and a personal trainer qualification he's never used, Freddie spends his times writing things that he hopes will somehow pay the rent. He's also a former professional singer, and plays the saxophone and ukulele. He's not really used to talking about himself in the third person, and would like to stop now, thanks.
