Cometh the eggs, cometh the man

I'm back in the picturesque town of Poole for the Easter holidays. I'm back in my old room, the shelves adorned with dusty relics of a misspent youth. I'm back in the bossom of the Holden family, getting my cooking and cleaning done for me.

It's nice to be away from the university bubble for a while, where you forget about civilised society and the fact that people eat three square meals a day, none of which consist of a burger. I mean I haven't seen fast food since Monday when I had a Whopper meal before catching the train here. At this point I expect my uni friends will have a few questions for me. So here's the answers:

1)No, not supersize.
2)Yes, of course, a large.
3)To be honest I thought I'd treat myself and have a double Whopper.
4)Bloody lovely!

It's also nice to be away from the depressing concrete metropolis that is Luton. As I write this I'm sat at the beach with the backdrop of waves overlapping golden sands. The nearest you'd get to this in Luton is a puddle of urine in the corner of a sandy building site whilst cars whiz across the fly-over.

Living with five other men at university has been an experience to say the least. I have discovered that so much testosterone coupled with inherent laziness results in a lot of mess. We do our best to clean as much as possible but trying to motivate some of the messiest men on this earth to clean a toilet is tough. I often feel like Stig of the Dump. Needless to say it's nice to now be in a house where there is no risk of accidentally ingesting hazardous materials, whether be in the toilet, in the kitchen or on the sofa.

Some might say it's no coincidence that my coming home coincides with a public holiday where it is the tradition to exchange chocolate eggs. They'd be right. I was looking forward to collecting the obligatory Creme Egg easter egg only to find that my do-gooding parents gave it to charity. What ever happened to just giving small change guys?

So whilst you tuck in to your lovely, velvety Easter eggs spare a thought for me, eggless. Some people say home is where the heart is. All I know is, home is where the eggs are not!