The best thing about uni is that you could just do anything and nobody really cared!
Aside from two drunken incidents, one when my mate fell down the middle of a spiral staircase on the way out of a club and the other when my mate fell straight on to his face and cut his lip open, I've only got good stories from uni.
This is the likes of gaining a McDonalds table and chairs in our living room, seeing Trevor Sinclair at Meadowhall, my mate 'borrowing' a Sea Cadets boat and sailing down a canal in Lincoln, another mate 'borrowing' the local Holiday Inn's luggage trolley, making our own Fulham shirts on the day they got to the Europa League final, setting up a university baseball team and losing every single game, swapping the contents of our housemates rooms around, endless games of Soccer Saturday drinking...
