Pub Crawling, and the Van of Life

What better way to get familiarized with Cambridge than a tour de force of the local pubs? So on Thursday night (with many, if not most of us having Friday lectures), a group of Jesus freshers headed out to 4 different pubs to experience the best of Cambridge. 45 minutes per pub sounds like an awful long time, but the nature of bringing a group of upwards of twenty students into a pub at one time means that queuing takes up a majority of the time you are actually in the pub. So it very much becomes a matter of waiting in line with other members of the college - which does provide an opportunity for conversation - and then downing your drink in relatively rapid fashion to move onto the next pub. By the end of the evening, it was nice to finally end up someplace where we could actually grab a table and sit down for a period of time. And once the pubbing was over, a portion of the group headed to a club, but the faint of heart among us (myself included) decided to head home and get a bit of sleep to awake in the morning to the mounds of reading yet to be done in preparation for lectures.

But apparently a night out in Cambridge is not complete with a stop at "The Van of Life." What might this be? Well, it must not be, on pain of stomach distress, be confused with "The Van of Death," as both of these are vans marketing a delightfully greasy late night snack of chips (french fries), snacks and crisps (chips), to the inebriated student population. Initially I laughed, but there is something about chips fresh from the fryer that tops off a night at the pubs. So the next time I go out, I know where my final stop before home will be, and a small chips is just about perfect to keep my hands warm while I walk, errr, stumble, my way back to my house. The important things in life!