
I can name most of our 31 colleges and our surrounding villages with reasonable accuracy. I know what plodges and bedders are, as well as the U’s and the Romsey Sessions, I walk the hallowed arches of lecture theatres Monday to Friday and then the dog with my father-in-law at weekends. I know my way around a punt just as well as the guest ale lists of Mill Road’s finest drinking establishments. I celebrate Christmas at Kings’, and New Year at the Empress.
These privileges are not meant as idle boasts, but merely to illustrate my status as a double-agent: a townie student, best of both worlds and master of none. Checkpoint this blog for the exotic bird’s-eye-view of Cambridge.