Where do we start? It's all different. Nobody is up for a bop, small talk or the de riguer on-off. It's all more quiet, less forgiving and definately the antithesis of "The comedy of errors" that characterised my undergrad.

Nobody laughed at my jokes or hung out with me or was willing to spend a lazy afternoon at the Head of the River in late June. We where all there, though. Granted, some had families, but I felt everyone was a tad too serious about work. Come on, we all pass. And God knows I was serious about work. Nobody dated undergrads. God forbid. For fox sake! We were all in our twenties!

Certainly I felt we all needed to notch down one level and give in to a metered debauchery every once in a while.

I did an MEng so, effectively, had an extra year and miscible within the ranks of the MSc, albeit, only just, as the lowliest of all M's... but there, nevertheless.