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University, after school, was a revelation. At those exams of yesteryear, known as O levels, one studied up to 12 subjects, and at A level 4 of them in much greater detail. Suddenly at University I was only required to study one along with a couple of ancillary related subjects. With the benefit of hindsight it seems that my primary subject of study was the female of the species, with pubs and darts following close behind. I was assiduous in these studies with only the occasional stumble (fumble?) mainly in small talk and in trying to perfect the art of undoing a bra one-handed.
However I persisted in my studies and after much time spent practising I was informed, with a slap across the chops, that I had passed my practical.
The problem with pursuing these interests was that I was interrupted by these busybodies called lecturers who insisted on Strix sitting in rooms, taking notes and listening to them making constructive comments about how things are manufactured, put together and made to stand up, and then take exams to prove that I had been paying attention. They said that, what with my extra-curricular activities, my academic career was likened �unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand�. This was a damned impertinence and a confounded nuisance.