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Right about now, across the country, folks are emerging bleary-eyed and studyhungover from 3 years of University. They’re out in the Big Wide World now and it is fascinating. If life were a wildlife documentary Sir David would be 0.2 of an octave higher and the music would be kicking in.

To degree or not to degree is becoming a more pressing question. £9000 a year fees and an ever-decreasing graduate job market make you question who has the upper hand. Where I work pretty much everybody has at least one degree, if not two. Most people who do my job have a BA or a BSC. I didn’t go to uni. I didn’t even get straight A’s in my A levels. I reguarly watch PHDs stare at the photocopier, unable to fathom its mysterious workings.

Facebook, for all its flaws, rocks for keeping an eye on people you knew once. From a place of 4th friend twice-removed I can watch their first steps into the world of rental agreements and shitty landlords and Proper Jobs. You can literally see realisations you had on leaving college or school become revelations on leaving university. Uni always seemed like a great weaning station. It’s the stop-gap between childhood and making it on your own. The safety blanket of the student loan is gone, the bank of Ma & Pa is no longer an option and it’s all up to you.

If you could live your life like ‘Sliding Doors’, I wonder whether you’d make more friends, be more independent, get further in life with or without University? Other than a smoother transition from teens to twenties, I wonder how much it’s worth?

 1) Everything in a pocket for a busker. The man was playing at 8.25am, that deserves some cash

2) A little cuddle for her, it’s our anniversary

3) A fellow passenger on the commuterville express.