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My Uni course is fan-diddly-tastic, not a chance of this young fatty dropping out anytime soon. There are about forty people in my class and it is just like being back at school/college. There are only forty people on my course. There are probably only forty people on the whole campus. I met a French boy with a broken leg and he lets me call him Gaston, he calls me Ginger in return. It's all right. Heather moved back to Grimsby for a week or so but she missed me and came back. I don't think she's gonna drop out this time. Laf the lezza living with us keeps eyeing me up. Apart from getting porkier there is nothing else to report.