I used to believe in jinxes. Way longer than I gave up on the tooth fairy. Anyway it never seem that everything would go my way. Always felt the drag back.

But this Autumn its different. Uni is proving the best decision. Yes I’m way older, and yes, occasionally I am the only student in the room who was there when they made an item (although I drew a line at the 1950’s Dancette) but heck I’m bloody loving this. Even Radio 4’s obsessive talk of fees and loans and grants isn’t putting me off. Three years of reading and writing. Of putting the bits together, linking the knowledge and justifying an opinion, a thought, a hunch. Fuck, today I was digging Chinaware – what’s that about? I guess it’s called an eduction and I’m so chuffed I’ve got a second bite at teachers apple.

From the bag full of Freshers Fair crap (Sussex Police pencil anyone?) to gay cowboy comics, via 18th Century calico printing, Marx and Smith, Grand Tours, The Enlightenment, Art Nouveau and those opium wars I’m embracing every single moment. Library card at the ready, SU discount card in my teeth and gallery opening times in my back pocket, I’ve got a hunch I’m gonna like this studying lark. May need some new glasses to cope with the eye strain but fuck it, I’m up for this. (Thanx Queenie for helping make it so.)

I’ve even got library arm already. How good is that?