I should really say "Dan from University" here. Dan was one of these students from a pretty comfortable family background, with enormous self confidence (which he really shouldn't have had, given the amount of zits he used to get) but also enough class to be fairly self deprecating. I slept with him a couple of times, much to the horror of our friend Ben who walked in one morning to say something to Dan only to say about two words, one of which was "Dan", the other being "Fuck", before exiting.

He's, and this is very odd, the only person I really know from Manchester Poly who came to London. I often wonder what the hell happened to all the rest of them, but I forget, I didn't really know that many students. He's now working in TV, and sad to say, he hardly ever gets in touch despite the odd mail from me. In fact, I've now given up. Oh well, some people just don't want to be reminded of the past (or bad sex, possibly).