Hello old bean

Goldsmiths College, University of London is quite a unique place. The mixture of people is...well, to be honest, I am forced to stop there. The mixture of people cannot be said to be diverse, or even extant. It is an arts college. You can tell this from its students (I'm not commenting on them, just on the make-up of the student body - don't judge me just yet).

I have nothing against the whole student look at all - well, that's not quite true, I don't like it, but just because it's not my cup of tea doesn't mean that it shouldn't exist. However, it does rather piss me off when the inhabitants of a certain combination of clothing claim that they are wearing what they are wearing because they are making a statement. If they were making a statement then it would not be an almost identical outfit to the other person I just saw walking down the corridor, or that chap over there. It is not a statement when you have come to a place where everyone is making the same 'statement' to make it.

I am a new student at Goldsmiths. BA Politics 1st year, have lived in SE London for just over a month now and loving it. However Goldsmiths has peculiarities and quirks, and it is these that shall be the centre of my blog's focus. It is quite a rare thing from what I can tell (although I'm sure that if I look properly I shall find more), but I am a Tory in Goldsmiths, and so henceforth your reading shall be the opinion of the right about the college of the left. I will not be surprised if my seminar members think I am the devil by the end of the year. Here goes nothing.

Chin chin.

Addendum: It'll also contain just my general musings, not purely Goldsmiths-related observations. I just keep giving.