Back to York tomorrow to face up to my hideous university course and a semi-psychotic housemate. The joys of student life. And it's not even as if I can drink myself into a stupor like the rest of them do. Well, technically I could but I wouldn't be very happy with myself for doing so. On the plus side it means I'm not here. Which is good. The dull grey trendie-infested confines of this town-sized tumour are beginning to close in around me. 