It was strange being back at Trinity - good to sell some stoles and be back in college - but strange; not least because it was all almost exactly the same as it was 15 years ago. I heard the same conversations in the common room about infant baptism, useless lectures [and some great ones], even more useless placements, evangelical young male students [some used to play 'Fantasy Lecturer' with points awarded for 'sound' terminology from the Faculty and double points if it arose as a result of a question] and liberal older ones, people breaking down and putting themselves back together again, by the grace of God... the list goes on. Sitting in the Dinning Room I saw the same wonderful mix of ages and races and gender, it could so easily have been fifteen years ago and I felt very welcome, Trinity is an amazing place. But the food is another thing that has also barely changed, in fact I wondered if the pasta had simply been re-heated - except for the olives, they never cooked with olives in my day!
The Carter Common Room brought back memories; especially of the time Ben and I managed to flood it out. We had decided that a late night water fight would be a really good idea, but that we should limit it to the kitchen, which worked well until we burst the water main and it rapidly spread not just to the Common Room [on the 1st floor] but down the stair well. Which was also OK [and we got all the water out by about 3 am] until the water got into the electrics and set off the fire alarm at 5am, and then again at 6.30am!
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