The Life of a Graduate Student in the UK

Londoners in and amongst friends are definitely going to be talking about this kind of thing. It's life. That's what we do. So I get home just after midnight and the following morning I wake up to the sound of my dad's lawnmower. For breakfast I have a fried egg and baked beans on toast with far too much mature cheddar or give me this salt and pepper shakers and put a fork in me because I'm done. Yummy yummy yummy. And for some reason I've decided in this typical weekend I needed some new shoes. But yeah I'm a moments away from the door and then I hear a voice shouting you go to Guilford