One Day

So I'm at the end of a brilliant first week at Uni. I went to the Stade de France to watch France v Bosnia, I've opened a bank account (nearly) and I've made my first non-British friend, a German lad called Moritz, wooo! Bonding over a mutual love for sport and European women my week also encompassed my first "night on the tiles".

We had planned to go to the Mix Club, a huge night every Thursday for the Erasmus bunch but we got there and the queue was monstrous so we opted to go around the corner to the Financier, an English Bar. Great, I thought, just what I didn't want but luckily it was Student's Night and full of young Francophones. It was a serile experience talking French with a bunch of Spanish, Italian and German guys, it felt almost like we were at the under25 UN or something, just with more slurring and less political chat. We couldn't turn down the €4 a pint offer (that's pretty cheap in Paris) so after a few of these, plus some inexplicable Vodka shots, Moritz and I are best friends. Yess.

The lectures so far have been 3 hour marathons and everyone seems unusually attentive. It's also like a fashion parade around Uni and it really couldn't be a bigger contrast to a British University. As I looked around, there wasn't a pair of Jack Wills joggers in sight. Neither was there anyone looking like they were being eaten from the inside out by an army of centipedes after the previous nights antics. A nice change and I was keeping up well. I enjoyed Marketing and Globalisation especially and it has a more intimate, school-like quality to it. I've eyed up this massive Dutch guy in the latter module to be my next friend too, Moritz and I are going to acost him on Monday.

I've set myself the challenge of reading 5 books before Christmas and I'm pleased to say I've already read one. I eased my way back into reading with One Day and despite finishing it in 3 days I thought it was a bit shit really, and I'm a sucker for romance so not sure what happened there. My next target is Alexandre Dumas' Count of Monte Cristo, raising the stakes a little and it will probably take significantly longer to get through! Finally I got fed up with my lame effort at growing a French beard and shaved it off. But not before I experimented....