The Southampton friends, new and old, have finished, if they finished, and are largely in London, largely in squats. Southampton ceases to exist. A. and I are living in Brixton in a basement flat. I’m starting again at university, in Hampstead. I scraped in here after scraping out at the college in Bloomsbury where I wore my white winklepicker boots to the interview and hadn’t read any of the things they asked about. I won’t get a grant for the first two years because I dropped out of Southampton. It’s an hour’s ride each way, on my unlovely new bike. I can’t wait.