When I finished university (2002) I was elected to Vice-President of the Students? Union (A paid sabbatical position) and started that in the June and took to things quite professionally, working a general 9 ?til 5 and putting in my hours because I was now ?in a position of authority? and should represent the students in a correct manner. I worked hard and didn?t really feel like partying every night (I was also in a long-term relationship so I wasn?t on the lookout for taking advantage of the situation) and so life was good, I was doing my job well, but I wasn?t having great deals of fun (my girlfriend had just moved away for a teaching job).
After Christmas things changed though, I broke up with the girlfriend in early February (I think) as things just weren?t going brilliantly and we?d grown apart (I was probably still too immature for a long-distance relationship and didn?t know where life would take me). I started to go out more, got some new friends who I had been living will in Student accommodation but hadn?t really got to know well, and I was getting a lot out of my system (I?d like to add that I was still brilliant at my job though?just a few more hangovers!)
When we got back no one believed that we?d all got tattoos and so we showed them off proudly. It reminds me of a good time in my life and I am still very happy with it and because it?s on my back it can be my secret if I don?t want anyone to know about it.