Threesome, Foursome, Anal Sex...

Having still not sorted out our timetables, Monday (27th September) began with a talk with our lovely "résponsable" Georges Letissier. He is an absolute sweetheart, speaking fluent English (thank God) but with a really questionable accent. Lou and I got there along with Matt and Bex ready to moan about how confused we were. In true French administrative fashion he couldn't really give us a straight answer as to which module was worth how many credits so we ended up leaving even more confused. Good one Georgie. "I AM PISSED OFF BEYOND RELIEEEEF/BELIEEEF!"

After a cup of tea on campus we managed to derive our timetables, having considered modules in Latin, Economics and History in a desperate bid to ensure we had at least one day off. I ended up with a pretty, multi-coloured timetable with eight credits worth off translation (ergh), a french communication lecture which is just like media, an English civilization module and the French evening classes which is just about fifteen credits and a pretty tidy Tuesdays and Fridays LIBRE. Doug had slept through the meeting with Georges, so as a punishment we thought it was only fair to wind him up. We told him that Georges was really angry with him and to get his fifteen credits he had to do twenty two and a half hours a week and that we had signed him up for Tudor modules, Latin and Economics on top of the translation modules. It was really cruel of us, but it was funny to see the panic-stricken look on his face.

We mooched around campus until 1.30 when we all spread out in the next classroom praying that we wouldn't get thrown out again. We were in luck, the lady was lovely, but I can see her getting really angry with us all for correcting her translation in the future haha. A personal favourite of mine was Bex telling her that in English we don't usually start sentences with "But." (you will understand why this was my favourite by the end of this entry).

To celebrate our first successful day in uni, we decided to go to the pub (obviously). In good old British-Student style we ended up getting rowdy, singing 90s classics, playing the Rizla game, Shag Marry or Push and I have never (fueled by a few too many pints and some really dodgy shots). Doug lost the Rizla game as Christopher Robin, and other people/characters included Bill Gates, Jigglypuff, Judi Dench, Dick Van Dyke and Crash Bandicoot.

The 90s medley then took over as we all sang at the top of our voices classics such as City High, Spice Girls, B*witched, Five etc... The French weren't too keen surprisingly and just looked at us in disgrace. Doug was loving it singing along with us, so don't believe a thing he says otherwise.

Then it came to I have never. Well! What a bunch of sexual deviants we turned out to be! I won't go into too much detail for fear of my life, but let's just say the "But" argument from translation earlier that day was taken to new levels with the invention of "THREESOME FOURSOME ANAL SEX." The barman also got involved, and told us of a lovely sexual position called Houdini or something, here's a tip for guys- if you want a broken nose I'd suggest you try it sometime!

As you can see, we are settling into Nantes nightlife well and representing the youth of Britain appropriately... NAAAAAAAAT.