Fuddland

When it was coming up to the time when I was leaving my university town for good [for now], I reflected on the sights I'd come to love.

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#5 is Number 6.

The University. Specifically, the Maths Department therein. They very kindly gave me my first degree, and even more kindly let me come back and do my Ph.D without any kind of formal interview. I’ve made many, many good friends through both of my decisions to study here, be they coursemates, housemates, mates-of-mates-who-became-mates, or those who I met because we wouldn’t have crossed paths had I not studied here. [This is the closest I’ll get to believing in fate.]

The Lansdowne. Also known as The Land’s Down, The Lamb’s Down, The Lonsdale, and several other not-quite-homophones. Good food, good whiskey, comfy sofas. Best pub in Leicester.

My armchair, which has just been sent to the Great Armchair [and Sofa] Home in the Sky [or Somewhere]. Okay, it may be the most hideously-covered piece of furniture you’ve ever seen outside of the Seventies, but it was big and comfy and Where I Sat.

The shoe shop that wants to be a pizza parlour.