Thursday 24th September. Watched C. fall out of his front door on North Street, blue t-shirt twisted, fumbling with sunglasses, offended by the cheerful sunshine, desperate to conceal the pinkeye. Freshers' week has begun in earnest.
Now, to business, with an Irn Bru and an express lunch.
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