Hey
@cymbele thank you for the Cafe and the invite

I agree, the lack of Cafes is troublesome, Im thinking if this keeps up I may have to do a weekly one on my own, maybe just pick a day of the week and always post a Jims Cafe on that day?
Anyway, this is a Picture of the Square in University of East Anglia, so named for the shape it USED to be.
This university is seriously ugly, but also so alive. My time spent here was simultaneously the best and worst days of my life. Love, grief, depression, friendships, betrayals, achievements, failures, freedom, constraint, beautiful art and ugly buildings, faith, study, and SO much alcohol. I am just sad that my depression stopped me from fully enjoying my time there. Most of my best and most ridiculously impressive stories are from my time at University, it is a place of limitless possibilities, and simultaneously (for me at least) and place of my greatest hopelessness.
Its not many universities where you can visit your local pubs and clubs, go to a poetry reading, wander down to the shops, visit the bank, lose yourself among the shelves of a library or a bookshop, learn an instrument, go to the gym, go climbing, meet friends, attend a decent gig by a popular band, go to the cinema, meet a beautiful woman in a quiet cafe, buy a bike and go cycling around a scenic lake, head out on guy fawkes night for a spectacular fare and firework display, go to an art gallery, or just go to a play, all without ever leaving campus, and as ugly as the buildings were, the grounds were lovely... oh and on weekends... fucking MILLIONS of bunnies swarm the whole campus. Bunnies as far as the eye can see.
Our rather uninspired unofficial university song clearly stated that the 3 things we had there in greatest abundance was Concrete, Tits, and Rabbits.
Not kidding, it was like this over the entire golf-course sized campus whenever things quieted down.