FAO [Saturday]

[Jason Marshall]

GBH Birthday Today.

Also, Pontcysyllte Aqueduct is a man made river over a river. GG.

[The Monkeysphere]

11 days of rape left.. 11 days of revising internal medicine and only going outdoors to either go to the library, buy food or play a couple of hours a tennis


fucking IM

[Mrenda]

Had a great night out last night and found my new favourite bar: The Earl. Six of us went, basically our flat group for next year, along with Sam's girlfriend, Kelly. Kelly also knows Perry from Wales, since they went to the same college, so her coming along didn't make things awkward.

Night started with a meal at a nice Italian place called Enzo. Had the house soup for starter and a pizza with prawns, clams, tuna and anchovies, made into a calzone, all accompanied by a bottle of Pinot Grigio. Would have preferred a Chenin Blanc, but I went halves on a bottle with Perry and he wasn't keen on buying a bottle of wine he had never tried before. Meal came to £130 between six.

Then went onto The Earl, a cocktail bar next to a club, owned by said club. Started off with a martini concoction that the bar had come up with, but when I went up for my second drink, I asked whether they could do a simple vodka martini off the menu. The bar tender, a cute but cool guy called Sam, said he couldn't do a dirty martini, to which I said: 'That's fine. I'll take it extra dry, stirred not shaken with a lemon twist.'

He was gobsmacked that I knew what I was talking about; apparently I was the first person he had served in two years that knew how he wanted his martini, though I do suspect that may have been a lie, just to get us to feel special and buy more drinks. But I couldn't really care. It's a bar tenders job to make you feel welcome and entertained and if that causes you to buy a drink you wouldn't have initially bought, does it really matter?

He double checked whether I wanted it extra dry, since he doesn't know how anyone can stomach an extra dry martini, and then went ahead making it.

When I went up for my third drink, along with Perry and Kelly, despite there being about 15 people waiting to be served, he came over to us to ask whether I was after the same and I told him I now wanted two, one for me, one for Perry. He finished serving his current customers and then went straight onto us, saving us what looked like a 20 minute wait. That's when he made the mistake of saying that he makes the perfect Vesper Martini and we warned him that our next round would be a pair of them.

Same happened when we went up for our fourth round; large queue and he came straight to us. Since I had never had a Vesper Martini before, I took his recommendations and had it shaken, rather than stirred, with a mix of dry and extra dry martini and a lemon twist. Sure, it doesn't follow the mixture outlined by James Bond to the letter, but the drink was beautiful. And he put it through the till as a standard vodka martini, so it only came to £9 each, so I gave him a £20 and told him to keep the change.

We left at around 2am and headed to McDonalds, I had a chicken and bacon wrap, and then we took the bus back to uni. I was certainly drunk, but not so drunk that I couldn't control myself and when someone decided to say: 'SPLIFF!', I was torn on the idea for fear of ruining a good evening with a three hour long vomiting session. But I rolled one anyway. If I couldn't stomach it, I would pass it on to someone else, since the weed was free (bought two ounces of a mixture of peng for £400 a few days ago and ended up selling 42 out of the 56 grams for a tenner a gram, leaving me with 14 grams and £20 profit).

Sam, Kelly and Jordan ended up going back to their flats, so we invited Alex (not the German one) over; Perry had no weed, so rolled one using Josh's and Alex had already rolled one earlier but gone to sleep before smoking it. He ended up waking up to come over and get high with us, which was nice of him. And I did end up passing my joint with a third left when the room started to spin, but things soon started to subside again and another joint found it's way into my hand shortly later.

Josh and Alex wanted a kebab and burger from the kebab van, so they went off, leaving me and Perry to play BF3, before returning and rolling another joint each. I just happened to find myself curled up in Josh's bed at that perfect level of both drunkenness and highness, which made anything stupidly hilarious and everything happy and positive. But then I realised I needed to get up and move or I'd fall to sleep there, only to be waken up and kicked out when Josh wanted to go to sleep, so I headed back to my flat to watch A Clockwork Orange, which made no fucking sense to me and I fell asleep part way through.

All in all, a good night.

I really like your stories. Your nice night stories are better than your fucked up drama stories because the nice night stories are chill and happy.

Also, I had a bartender keep skipping people to serve me too. I think it's because I told her she looked summery in a non-creepy way.

[notmarcus]

So I was out last night drinking with a few mates.

I got chatting to this chick (one I don't know) from the department of education...she helps with the retards or something like that...i forget, i was drunk.

The conversation was flowing, as were the drinks....until....

I looked at her, and in my drunken idiocy...ask...If all the kids she dealt with were able to count to potato.....



she was not amused....not at all....



needless to say she didn't stick around.

[GiDiYi]

So I was out last night drinking with a few mates.

I got chatting to this chick (one I don't know) from the department of education...she helps with the retards or something like that...i forget, i was drunk.

The conversation was flowing, as were the drinks....until....

I looked at her, and in my drunken idiocy...ask...If all the kids she dealt with were able to count to potato.....



she was not amused....not at all....



needless to say she didn't stick around.

Totally worth it imo.

Well played, good sir, well played.

[Dirk Magnum]

As soon as I finish this Chinese food I'm turning off the internet and television for a bit. Away from home and with nothing else to do but write, I will surely go mad. At least I have received some attention from my muse which I so badly crave.


edit: break time

[The Monkeysphere]

So I was out last night drinking with a few mates.

I got chatting to this chick (one I don't know) from the department of education...she helps with the retards or something like that...i forget, i was drunk.

The conversation was flowing, as were the drinks....until....

I looked at her, and in my drunken idiocy...ask...If all the kids she dealt with were able to count to potato.....



she was not amused....not at all....



needless to say she didn't stick around.

Totally worth it imo.

Well played, good sir, well played.

Agreed. Plus it's not like she's a good friend or anything.

[BLEURRRRGH]

FFS. Just when my day was going so well, I find out that three people in our flat (of 17) started binning dirty pots, pans, plates and cutlery that had been left out in the kitchen because we get fined £50 for each bag left after we leave.

But we still have another two weeks of exams and three weeks on our contract, and I've made it clear to everyone that I will be here until two days before the contract expires and would be perfectly willing to deal with binning stuff in communal areas, on behalf of the entire flat.

Two people have had to sift through two bins of food and crap to find their stuff and another girl, who is missing a pan and all her cutlery, is refusing to sift through three days of discarded waste in the hope that she'll find it there.

I've been told by one of the guys that had stuff thrown away that he saw a spatula, that was most likely mine, at the bottom of the bin, so I've told the flat (via facebook) that if I can't find any of my stuff, I'll start binning the stuff of those responsible.

[Airow]

yesterday I rescued a damsel in distress ;P she's in my lab group and we had an exam yesterday afternoon. Initialy I wanted to ask her out for a cup of coffee after the exam (because I'm developing a minor crush on her and I can say that she shows interest in me too) but she didn't turn up. I already had the slight suspicion that she must have thought that the exam was an hour later (like last semester). Yup, I waited (I know this sounds creepy but I was reading my Neuroscience book so hopefully this didn't came across as me beeing creepy) and she turned up. She thought I was pranking her when I explained that everyone already wrote the exam! Told her that we should look for the Prof so that she could maybe write the exam once she explains her situation and good luck for her we found him and she was allowed to write it.

She invited me to a popular students bar where her friends / flat mates were. Didn't really know anyone because they are all already finishing their bachelor or in first year of their master but it was great fun. I'm usually not a person that fits in well in a big group where everyone knows everyone but this time it was the complete opposite . Turns out that her older brother studies Biology too and they live in the same house so once his sister told her story he shook my hand to thank me (she is rather shy and if it wasn't for me she probably wouldn't have gone to the prof) and suggested to have a BBQ.

So I had a lovely evening with lots of beer and food bonus points for hopefully making a good impression, finally getting her phone number and not spotting any signs of her having a boyfriend ^^ Am happy, tired and hungover

[Daneel Trevize]

BLEURRRRGH why don't you, IDK, stop living with retards?

n1 Airow

[Spaztick]

BLEURRRRGH why don't you, IDK, stop living with retards?

n1 Airow

[Mrenda]

yesterday I rescued a damsel in distress ;P she's in my lab group and we had an exam yesterday afternoon. Initialy I wanted to ask her out for a cup of coffee after the exam (because I'm developing a minor crush on her and I can say that she shows interest in me too) but she didn't turn up. I already had the slight suspicion that she must have thought that the exam was an hour later (like last semester). Yup, I waited (I know this sounds creepy but I was reading my Neuroscience book so hopefully this didn't came across as me beeing creepy) and she turned up. She thought I was pranking her when I explained that everyone already wrote the exam! Told her that we should look for the Prof so that she could maybe write the exam once she explains her situation and good luck for her we found him and she was allowed to write it.

She invited me to a popular students bar where her friends / flat mates were. Didn't really know anyone because they are all already finishing their bachelor or in first year of their master but it was great fun. I'm usually not a person that fits in well in a big group where everyone knows everyone but this time it was the complete opposite . Turns out that her older brother studies Biology too and they live in the same house so once his sister told her story he shook my hand to thank me (she is rather shy and if it wasn't for me she probably wouldn't have gone to the prof) and suggested to have a BBQ.

So I had a lovely evening with lots of beer and food bonus points for hopefully making a good impression, finally getting her phone number and not spotting any signs of her having a boyfriend ^^ Am happy, tired and hungover

Big ups! That's a great story. I hope it works out for you.

BLEEUURGH and Airow are winners of the "Cheerful Story of the Day Award."

[teds :D]

if there's a generic tech thread for this point me there, but 'operating system not found' sounds like a hdd failure ja?

[Joe Appleby]

if there's a generic tech thread for this point me there, but 'operating system not found' sounds like a hdd failure ja?

There is a whole forum, you can make a whole new thread there.

http://failheap-challenge.com/forumd...echnical-Forum

[teds :D]

if there's a generic tech thread for this point me there, but 'operating system not found' sounds like a hdd failure ja?

There is a whole forum, you can make a whole new thread there.

http://failheap-challenge.com/forumd...echnical-Forum

yeah i saw the forum :P i just assumed one minor quibble might not need its own special fred. maybe a general 'i am not good at computer what is this' thread is needed

[tHornton]

Had a great night out last night and found my new favourite bar: The Earl. Six of us went, basically our flat group for next year, along with Sam's girlfriend, Kelly. Kelly also knows Perry from Wales, since they went to the same college, so her coming along didn't make things awkward.

Night started with a meal at a nice Italian place called Enzo. Had the house soup for starter and a pizza with prawns, clams, tuna and anchovies, made into a calzone, all accompanied by a bottle of Pinot Grigio. Would have preferred a Chenin Blanc, but I went halves on a bottle with Perry and he wasn't keen on buying a bottle of wine he had never tried before. Meal came to £130 between six.

Then went onto The Earl, a cocktail bar next to a club, owned by said club. Started off with a martini concoction that the bar had come up with, but when I went up for my second drink, I asked whether they could do a simple vodka martini off the menu. The bar tender, a cute but cool guy called Sam, said he couldn't do a dirty martini, to which I said: 'That's fine. I'll take it extra dry, stirred not shaken with a lemon twist.'

He was gobsmacked that I knew what I was talking about; apparently I was the first person he had served in two years that knew how he wanted his martini, though I do suspect that may have been a lie, just to get us to feel special and buy more drinks. But I couldn't really care. It's a bar tenders job to make you feel welcome and entertained and if that causes you to buy a drink you wouldn't have initially bought, does it really matter?

He double checked whether I wanted it extra dry, since he doesn't know how anyone can stomach an extra dry martini, and then went ahead making it.

When I went up for my third drink, along with Perry and Kelly, despite there being about 15 people waiting to be served, he came over to us to ask whether I was after the same and I told him I now wanted two, one for me, one for Perry. He finished serving his current customers and then went straight onto us, saving us what looked like a 20 minute wait. That's when he made the mistake of saying that he makes the perfect Vesper Martini and we warned him that our next round would be a pair of them.

Same happened when we went up for our fourth round; large queue and he came straight to us. Since I had never had a Vesper Martini before, I took his recommendations and had it shaken, rather than stirred, with a mix of dry and extra dry martini and a lemon twist. Sure, it doesn't follow the mixture outlined by James Bond to the letter, but the drink was beautiful. And he put it through the till as a standard vodka martini, so it only came to £9 each, so I gave him a £20 and told him to keep the change.

We left at around 2am and headed to McDonalds, I had a chicken and bacon wrap, and then we took the bus back to uni. I was certainly drunk, but not so drunk that I couldn't control myself and when someone decided to say: 'SPLIFF!', I was torn on the idea for fear of ruining a good evening with a three hour long vomiting session. But I rolled one anyway. If I couldn't stomach it, I would pass it on to someone else, since the weed was free (bought two ounces of a mixture of peng for £400 a few days ago and ended up selling 42 out of the 56 grams for a tenner a gram, leaving me with 14 grams and £20 profit).

Sam, Kelly and Jordan ended up going back to their flats, so we invited Alex (not the German one) over; Perry had no weed, so rolled one using Josh's and Alex had already rolled one earlier but gone to sleep before smoking it. He ended up waking up to come over and get high with us, which was nice of him. And I did end up passing my joint with a third left when the room started to spin, but things soon started to subside again and another joint found it's way into my hand shortly later.

Josh and Alex wanted a kebab and burger from the kebab van, so they went off, leaving me and Perry to play BF3, before returning and rolling another joint each. I just happened to find myself curled up in Josh's bed at that perfect level of both drunkenness and highness, which made anything stupidly hilarious and everything happy and positive. But then I realised I needed to get up and move or I'd fall to sleep there, only to be waken up and kicked out when Josh wanted to go to sleep, so I headed back to my flat to watch A Clockwork Orange, which made no fucking sense to me and I fell asleep part way through.

All in all, a good night.

fucking hell you are a student how do you have so much £ to spend

[Mrenda]

Had a great night out last night and found my new favourite bar: The Earl. Six of us went, basically our flat group for next year, along with Sam's girlfriend, Kelly. Kelly also knows Perry from Wales, since they went to the same college, so her coming along didn't make things awkward.

Night started with a meal at a nice Italian place called Enzo. Had the house soup for starter and a pizza with prawns, clams, tuna and anchovies, made into a calzone, all accompanied by a bottle of Pinot Grigio. Would have preferred a Chenin Blanc, but I went halves on a bottle with Perry and he wasn't keen on buying a bottle of wine he had never tried before. Meal came to £130 between six.

Then went onto The Earl, a cocktail bar next to a club, owned by said club. Started off with a martini concoction that the bar had come up with, but when I went up for my second drink, I asked whether they could do a simple vodka martini off the menu. The bar tender, a cute but cool guy called Sam, said he couldn't do a dirty martini, to which I said: 'That's fine. I'll take it extra dry, stirred not shaken with a lemon twist.'

He was gobsmacked that I knew what I was talking about; apparently I was the first person he had served in two years that knew how he wanted his martini, though I do suspect that may have been a lie, just to get us to feel special and buy more drinks. But I couldn't really care. It's a bar tenders job to make you feel welcome and entertained and if that causes you to buy a drink you wouldn't have initially bought, does it really matter?

He double checked whether I wanted it extra dry, since he doesn't know how anyone can stomach an extra dry martini, and then went ahead making it.

When I went up for my third drink, along with Perry and Kelly, despite there being about 15 people waiting to be served, he came over to us to ask whether I was after the same and I told him I now wanted two, one for me, one for Perry. He finished serving his current customers and then went straight onto us, saving us what looked like a 20 minute wait. That's when he made the mistake of saying that he makes the perfect Vesper Martini and we warned him that our next round would be a pair of them.

Same happened when we went up for our fourth round; large queue and he came straight to us. Since I had never had a Vesper Martini before, I took his recommendations and had it shaken, rather than stirred, with a mix of dry and extra dry martini and a lemon twist. Sure, it doesn't follow the mixture outlined by James Bond to the letter, but the drink was beautiful. And he put it through the till as a standard vodka martini, so it only came to £9 each, so I gave him a £20 and told him to keep the change.

We left at around 2am and headed to McDonalds, I had a chicken and bacon wrap, and then we took the bus back to uni. I was certainly drunk, but not so drunk that I couldn't control myself and when someone decided to say: 'SPLIFF!', I was torn on the idea for fear of ruining a good evening with a three hour long vomiting session. But I rolled one anyway. If I couldn't stomach it, I would pass it on to someone else, since the weed was free (bought two ounces of a mixture of peng for £400 a few days ago and ended up selling 42 out of the 56 grams for a tenner a gram, leaving me with 14 grams and £20 profit).

Sam, Kelly and Jordan ended up going back to their flats, so we invited Alex (not the German one) over; Perry had no weed, so rolled one using Josh's and Alex had already rolled one earlier but gone to sleep before smoking it. He ended up waking up to come over and get high with us, which was nice of him. And I did end up passing my joint with a third left when the room started to spin, but things soon started to subside again and another joint found it's way into my hand shortly later.

Josh and Alex wanted a kebab and burger from the kebab van, so they went off, leaving me and Perry to play BF3, before returning and rolling another joint each. I just happened to find myself curled up in Josh's bed at that perfect level of both drunkenness and highness, which made anything stupidly hilarious and everything happy and positive. But then I realised I needed to get up and move or I'd fall to sleep there, only to be waken up and kicked out when Josh wanted to go to sleep, so I headed back to my flat to watch A Clockwork Orange, which made no fucking sense to me and I fell asleep part way through.

All in all, a good night.

fucking hell you are a student how do you have so much £ to spend

He's a well off student? v0v

[Aurora148]

Had a great night out last night and found my new favourite bar: The Earl. Six of us went, basically our flat group for next year, along with Sam's girlfriend, Kelly. Kelly also knows Perry from Wales, since they went to the same college, so her coming along didn't make things awkward.

Night started with a meal at a nice Italian place called Enzo. Had the house soup for starter and a pizza with prawns, clams, tuna and anchovies, made into a calzone, all accompanied by a bottle of Pinot Grigio. Would have preferred a Chenin Blanc, but I went halves on a bottle with Perry and he wasn't keen on buying a bottle of wine he had never tried before. Meal came to £130 between six.

Then went onto The Earl, a cocktail bar next to a club, owned by said club. Started off with a martini concoction that the bar had come up with, but when I went up for my second drink, I asked whether they could do a simple vodka martini off the menu. The bar tender, a cute but cool guy called Sam, said he couldn't do a dirty martini, to which I said: 'That's fine. I'll take it extra dry, stirred not shaken with a lemon twist.'

He was gobsmacked that I knew what I was talking about; apparently I was the first person he had served in two years that knew how he wanted his martini, though I do suspect that may have been a lie, just to get us to feel special and buy more drinks. But I couldn't really care. It's a bar tenders job to make you feel welcome and entertained and if that causes you to buy a drink you wouldn't have initially bought, does it really matter?

He double checked whether I wanted it extra dry, since he doesn't know how anyone can stomach an extra dry martini, and then went ahead making it.

When I went up for my third drink, along with Perry and Kelly, despite there being about 15 people waiting to be served, he came over to us to ask whether I was after the same and I told him I now wanted two, one for me, one for Perry. He finished serving his current customers and then went straight onto us, saving us what looked like a 20 minute wait. That's when he made the mistake of saying that he makes the perfect Vesper Martini and we warned him that our next round would be a pair of them.

Same happened when we went up for our fourth round; large queue and he came straight to us. Since I had never had a Vesper Martini before, I took his recommendations and had it shaken, rather than stirred, with a mix of dry and extra dry martini and a lemon twist. Sure, it doesn't follow the mixture outlined by James Bond to the letter, but the drink was beautiful. And he put it through the till as a standard vodka martini, so it only came to £9 each, so I gave him a £20 and told him to keep the change.

We left at around 2am and headed to McDonalds, I had a chicken and bacon wrap, and then we took the bus back to uni. I was certainly drunk, but not so drunk that I couldn't control myself and when someone decided to say: 'SPLIFF!', I was torn on the idea for fear of ruining a good evening with a three hour long vomiting session. But I rolled one anyway. If I couldn't stomach it, I would pass it on to someone else, since the weed was free (bought two ounces of a mixture of peng for £400 a few days ago and ended up selling 42 out of the 56 grams for a tenner a gram, leaving me with 14 grams and £20 profit).

Sam, Kelly and Jordan ended up going back to their flats, so we invited Alex (not the German one) over; Perry had no weed, so rolled one using Josh's and Alex had already rolled one earlier but gone to sleep before smoking it. He ended up waking up to come over and get high with us, which was nice of him. And I did end up passing my joint with a third left when the room started to spin, but things soon started to subside again and another joint found it's way into my hand shortly later.

Josh and Alex wanted a kebab and burger from the kebab van, so they went off, leaving me and Perry to play BF3, before returning and rolling another joint each. I just happened to find myself curled up in Josh's bed at that perfect level of both drunkenness and highness, which made anything stupidly hilarious and everything happy and positive. But then I realised I needed to get up and move or I'd fall to sleep there, only to be waken up and kicked out when Josh wanted to go to sleep, so I headed back to my flat to watch A Clockwork Orange, which made no fucking sense to me and I fell asleep part way through.

All in all, a good night.

fucking hell you are a student how do you have so much £ to spend

dads credit card and low level drug dealing goes a long way

[lt]

Had a great night out last night and found my new favourite bar: The Earl. Six of us went, basically our flat group for next year, along with Sam's girlfriend, Kelly. Kelly also knows Perry from Wales, since they went to the same college, so her coming along didn't make things awkward.

Night started with a meal at a nice Italian place called Enzo. Had the house soup for starter and a pizza with prawns, clams, tuna and anchovies, made into a calzone, all accompanied by a bottle of Pinot Grigio. Would have preferred a Chenin Blanc, but I went halves on a bottle with Perry and he wasn't keen on buying a bottle of wine he had never tried before. Meal came to £130 between six.

Then went onto The Earl, a cocktail bar next to a club, owned by said club. Started off with a martini concoction that the bar had come up with, but when I went up for my second drink, I asked whether they could do a simple vodka martini off the menu. The bar tender, a cute but cool guy called Sam, said he couldn't do a dirty martini, to which I said: 'That's fine. I'll take it extra dry, stirred not shaken with a lemon twist.'

He was gobsmacked that I knew what I was talking about; apparently I was the first person he had served in two years that knew how he wanted his martini, though I do suspect that may have been a lie, just to get us to feel special and buy more drinks. But I couldn't really care. It's a bar tenders job to make you feel welcome and entertained and if that causes you to buy a drink you wouldn't have initially bought, does it really matter?

He double checked whether I wanted it extra dry, since he doesn't know how anyone can stomach an extra dry martini, and then went ahead making it.

When I went up for my third drink, along with Perry and Kelly, despite there being about 15 people waiting to be served, he came over to us to ask whether I was after the same and I told him I now wanted two, one for me, one for Perry. He finished serving his current customers and then went straight onto us, saving us what looked like a 20 minute wait. That's when he made the mistake of saying that he makes the perfect Vesper Martini and we warned him that our next round would be a pair of them.

Same happened when we went up for our fourth round; large queue and he came straight to us. Since I had never had a Vesper Martini before, I took his recommendations and had it shaken, rather than stirred, with a mix of dry and extra dry martini and a lemon twist. Sure, it doesn't follow the mixture outlined by James Bond to the letter, but the drink was beautiful. And he put it through the till as a standard vodka martini, so it only came to £9 each, so I gave him a £20 and told him to keep the change.

We left at around 2am and headed to McDonalds, I had a chicken and bacon wrap, and then we took the bus back to uni. I was certainly drunk, but not so drunk that I couldn't control myself and when someone decided to say: 'SPLIFF!', I was torn on the idea for fear of ruining a good evening with a three hour long vomiting session. But I rolled one anyway. If I couldn't stomach it, I would pass it on to someone else, since the weed was free (bought two ounces of a mixture of peng for £400 a few days ago and ended up selling 42 out of the 56 grams for a tenner a gram, leaving me with 14 grams and £20 profit).

Sam, Kelly and Jordan ended up going back to their flats, so we invited Alex (not the German one) over; Perry had no weed, so rolled one using Josh's and Alex had already rolled one earlier but gone to sleep before smoking it. He ended up waking up to come over and get high with us, which was nice of him. And I did end up passing my joint with a third left when the room started to spin, but things soon started to subside again and another joint found it's way into my hand shortly later.

Josh and Alex wanted a kebab and burger from the kebab van, so they went off, leaving me and Perry to play BF3, before returning and rolling another joint each. I just happened to find myself curled up in Josh's bed at that perfect level of both drunkenness and highness, which made anything stupidly hilarious and everything happy and positive. But then I realised I needed to get up and move or I'd fall to sleep there, only to be waken up and kicked out when Josh wanted to go to sleep, so I headed back to my flat to watch A Clockwork Orange, which made no fucking sense to me and I fell asleep part way through.

All in all, a good night.

fucking hell you are a student how do you have so much £ to spend

He's a well off student? v0v

His parents pay..... ?

:TpTlk:

[Joe Appleby]

fucking hell you are a student how do you have so much £ to spend

He's a well off student? v0v

His parents pay..... ?

:TpTlk:

A uni system that does not charge thousands of pounds/dollars/euros a semester?

EDIT: I just realized, he is from the UK, so scratch that.