February 20, 2011
I ran into a student of mine the other day at Tesco's, kept running into one another in various aisles me him and his dreadlocky friend who is a framer, and we ended up walking home-wards together, him talking constantly, mature student, drop out from hallam, debt, parties, music, all that. Nice, actually. When I told K I chatted with 'a student of mine' he gave me a 'you're a smart cookie' hug. I always thought of this PhD as something to do which is not an alienating office job. But maybe there is more to it than that.