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It’s that time of year again.
Norwich is full of fresh-faced oiks, getting ready to start their university courses.
The restaurants and bars are heaving, as they splash the first chunk of their student loan.
And I – for one – am utterly jealous.
Four years ago I’d just arrived in Norwich – and was doing exactly the same thing.
Armed with my bank card and the key to my new room, I felt so brilliantly free.
Now I’m shackled with a full time job, bills to pay and a host of other commitments.
Just when I thought I’d got to grips with it, along comes the class of 2009 to taunt me.
Urgh. You know what – I hope they do get into debt.
That way they can be as miserable as the rest of us.
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