I was just round the corner watching some of the destruction of Woodiwiss. Two great mechanical monsters with pincers are taking it apart, piece by piece. I’m still masculine enough to think the sight rather cool, and yet I’m also struck by the thought that this was, not long ago, a place where people lived. Like emberton and kellet, it echoes with cheers of frivolity, calls of excitement. In my first year here, the campus was at it’s zenith, full of students. Now all this is moving to Crewe, and in less than five years, alsager campus will be no more. I cannot help but feel desparately sad about it: I’ve had many happy days here, and many great nights. It is the site of my greatest triumph. On top of this, Crewe is a far less pretty campus: it is more compact, more claustrophobic. There’s also a dual carriageway by it. In short, it is downright ugly. The whole move is all wrong.

I suppose it doesn’t really matter, as I leave soon. Yet I cannot help but get angry about it.