Friday, 30 September 2011
Horlock Court is such a close-knit community. Everyone is in and out of everyone's houses, people are always sat in the courtyard and the more time you spend there the more you get to know who fancies who, who never washes up and which house has a ghost or a girl that screams down the phone at 9am in the morning. It's part of the main university campus but it's like a community within a community, almost like some small-town American village in the Deep South where everyone has three eyes and fucks their sisters. Only none of that goes on here of course. I am in and out of Connor's flat more than my own, I "don't need an invite" to Srijan's and Becky lives in mine and she is the best person ever, because of her I've actually started to read Moll Flanders - we lie on the grass in the sun and just plough through it, it's great. I am happy.
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