Why uni doesn’t organise any more open mic nights I do not know. There was one last night in brandies, and it ruled. I never had more fun. The quality of the music was good, and the group of friends I belong to were all there. Most notable was a rendition of ‘Black horse and the cherry tree’, which is one of the coolest, sassiest songs ever written, and my friend Richard (a person way too cool for brandies) and his mates played some Santana tracks, which rocked…like…totally!

Probably the highlight of the evening, and the coolest thing I have seen in a long time, came at the end when Steve got up and sang a version of ‘Sweet home Alabama.’ Steve didn’t have the words, so the song was simply ‘sweet home Alsager / where the weather’s always shit’, repeated over and over. This isn’t the point though: that tune rocked. There was a shithot guitarist; the bass guitar rocked. Basically it all ruled.

I decided today to get together with Chris and Steve in order to lay down some lyrics to ‘sweet home Alsager’. Chris is, it must be said, a great lyric writer, so it shouldn’t be too hard.

God I love university. It is a disgrace that, because of the failures of the special school system, so few fellow disabled people get to go.