Chapter 2

University of Cambridge

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In which our author endeth his long hair...

Before departing the shores of my fair land (yes, I did wear glasses).

For Clare College, Cambridge.

Ah yes, good old Clare.

With the stone bridge... those stone balls...

On the river Cam...

So pretty... (The Granta Inn, across from my house)

With no laws against punting under the influence (deck of The Anchor pub).

And so much wood paneling (High Table at Clare).

Luckily, there was sun in Cambridge the week before they took this photo (now they only take cheap b/w digitals for library cards).

And I was ready for them !

I mean for the staff of The Blue Boar (sadly now gone)...  "Is this a Tequila Sunrise I see before me?" (Macbeth, slightly adapted).

And for High Table (I mean, I was dressed up for those things...)

Really I was.

And I was so innocent back then...

Well.... more or less...

But finally, the hair had to go...

So that I could see the Cam (but who is that dude in the back of the punt?)

I, too, was happy once...

But wait... shouldn't I have been working on my Master's thesis?

Perhaps not.

Some grad students were cooler than others.

And some undergrads too (and whatever happened to that shirt of mine? I like that shirt !)

And one of my sisters came to visit (Cambridge market).

To see me in that awesome corduroy jacket (Clare College gardens).

At the time I was a big fan of Withnail and I...

Maybe too much so...

That's Cambridge for you -- graduating in the rain.

Truly a Master of Philosophy...

Chapter 3: The Wilderness Years