It feels like only days ago that I was walking through the University Parks, ringed by waves of the greenest grass, the shiniest puddles, and the healthiest plants.
When I was seven, my grandma decided I was going to be a pianist. For the next twelve years, I sat through weekly piano lessons, despite a complete absence of enthusiasm for the instrument.
You’ve been told where to go for coffee, clothes and clubbing – but what about the real student essentials? Julia Routledge and Abby Ridsdill-Smith are here to lend a helping hand