Island Hideaway 41 - Heraclitus said​

Through the same river ever different water flows, Heraclitus once wrote. He could have written that through the same university ever different students flow, for thus was the reality. In the radio station, student newspaper, writers group, I was now the old hand, the wise old 2nd year who had been there, done that, seen it all. ​

​After Yvette left me I abused my position as old hand to date a string of first year girls in the radio station and writers group. I had never been popular with women before, nor indeed since, and it made no particular sense to me, I think I just seemed confident doing the things I did. None of the relationships lasted, but I didn't mind, through Terrence's bedroom ever different first year girls flow.​

​And then the year itself flowed by. Phil, who was a 3rd year, sat his finals, after which he moved to London where he found a job working for a new Labour MP, which pissed of Mo because a) she was stuck in Swansea for another year and b) Labour under Tony Blair was already the enemy. ​

​We moved into a four-room house, myself, Eddie, Kaz and Mo. Phil still came down, regularly at first, then less regular, as the parliamentary season hotted up, then not at all. Mo had to travel to London especially to get dumped by him.​

"Fuck men, who needs them," she said, as we sat in my room drinking bottled beer. ​

​"Yeah, I'm never going out with another man," I said.​

​"It's all Tony fucking Blair's fault."​

"This can't be denied," I said.​

​It was just like old times. Mo got dumped, Mo came to see me to get pissed and bemoan the state of the universe. ​

​Only it wasn't like old times. After I'd carried her inebriated body to her room and dumped her on her bed, I lay awake for the entire night in unexpected turmoil.​

​Shit, I realised for the first time, I fancy Mo.​

​

​