I remember when I took that first semester at university, thinking to myself how different it all was from school.
One key difference was the way we could swear in seminars without being told off.
'Shitfingers,' one student would remark.
'Fannyflaps,' another would retort.
'Sticky ginger pubes,' another would wryly observe.
Yes, I still treasure my time at Nottingham Tourette's University.