That's them. I like the fact you have two bins in the kitchen and they're both rammed.
That's nothing. It was the year that Exeter council introduced wheely bins. Soon after that was taken we ended up just wheeling the two of them into the kitchen. Fucking stank when nobody had taken them out after a few weeks.
The Indian kid was called Melvin(Jim). Nice lad. That pic was taken in year 4. When I met him in the first year he'd never even had a drink, let alone gone to the pub with his friends or anything. By the time he left he was a drinking gambling machine who liked to stalk pretty foreign students (possible slight exaggeration). I need to catch up with him, it's been a long time.
One time I had to sleep under a car because he stole my key and fell asleep at a house party. It was snowing.
I used to stay up all night chatting to STFC_Village drinking wine, run off to get a Macdonalds breakfast at 6am when they opened. Get a couple more bottles of wine in Tesco's after, then get back ready for UK GOLD repeats of Knightmare and old neighbours.
I'm amazed I can remember anything.
