So, in my wisdom, i decide to write this instead of getting to work on revising for my Roman law exam, which is in just under twelve hours. I have about two more to use for revision, before heading off to bed. Mad, indeed.

The exams haven't been too bad, in my opinion, although other lawyers beg to differ. I'll hopefully come out with a 2.1 at the end of it, although such things are naturally up to the gods (or, as the case may be, moderators). Roman tomorrow is my last, after which drinking is calling me like the sirens to Odysseus. However, sometime tomorrow I also need to pack in order to get home, which will probably happen late at night when I decide packing is much more important than sleeping. If I turn up off the train in Newcastle or Aberdeen, having slept through my stop, then you know the reason, folks.

I have mixed feelings about heading home- on one hand, it means i get to see my family and friends, and on the other hand, it means i'm stuck in a shitty town serving alcohol to the welfare scroungers and casually violent in a belated attempt to get some of their money into a legitimate buisness instead of the drugs trade. Actually, i'm too harsh- there are a good many people who come into our bar who are simply there to have a good time after having worked hard in some mind-numbing job with no chance or prospect of better. I suppose the main problem in Thirsk is there is no prospect of better for most people there- it's in the middle of the Vale of York, with little industry and a small tourist base, and if you're still there at the age of twenty instead of having moved to some of the bigger lights in the area your life is going absolutly nowhere.

But, of course, in order to do that I need to pass these exams. So back to work I go. Consider this post my maiden voyage.