Northwards, northwards I go.

I'm back off to university tomorrow, after exactly a month back at home in London. I've had a frantically busy Easter that has involved travelling to such exotic locations as Ireland, Nottingham and Hemel Hempstead. As always, I failed to meet-up with everyone I intended to, both through my fault and their own, but there shall be time enough in the summer, I trust. The holidays also included several gigs courtesy of Blood Red Shoes, The Whip and 65daysofstatic, with the Camden Crawl next weekend as the main feature on my live music horizon. We decided not to go to Glastonbury this year, mostly because of a lack of funds, and I have to admit that it's simultaneously comical and painful watching the slow sales this year, considering the trouble we went to last year in securing tickets.

'On Chesil Beach' by Ian McEwan is a very short but generally satisfying book, for anyone interested. 'Enduring Love' was excellent. I have three essays due perilously soon and more books to read besides, in preparation for exams. Above all, the return to university life is something I am more than willing to embrace, even though the next fortnight will undoubtedly be marked by sleepless nights and hours of last-minute work. I am true to form, as ever.