For the last time, I start my academic year. It's quite frightening in some ways. I was reading a "Student Life" booklet that's been distributed around campus for the Freshers, last night. It had a couple of introduction paragraphs about how getting a degree is just half of University, and the that other two thirds are fun and games. It's going out and getting drunk, not worrying about money and getting into debt, it's about eating bad food, getting the worst sleeping pattern you'll have in your life and - I guess - making sure you have the feeling I get right now.

Despite all the bad that's happened since I joined over two years ago, I've had the time of my life. I'm spending ages just thinking back through everything that's happened. All those little memories that make up one massive collage of fun bring a huge smile to my face. All the people I've met along the way, the friends I've made and the things we've all done.

Life is good. Life is very good. And in these last 9 months of play time, before I go out into the grown up real world, it's just going to get better.