Ah, the pub quiz: cheap, fun and a chance for the nerdy to look cool. There’s nothing quite like it for inciting camaraderie, honour, backbiting and downright abuse, all in one group of people huddled round a table. One moment, glory and respect; another, shame and vilification, as your hard-earned halo slips after the revelation that Brad Pitt, whom you swore has never been up for an Oscar, was nominated for Twelve Monkeys. Bugger.
I love pub quizzes – even more so when they’re rubbish. I remember, “Which is the only continent to consist of one country?” This is tricky, we thought. Not sure there is one. Maybe it’s a trick question, and the answer is Antarctica or something.
There’s something vaguely terrifying about your final year. For some, it’s the idea of absolute independence looming. Yes, you’re living on your own, budgeting yourself and cooking yourself (not in a German cannibal way), but there’s always that nagging feeling of being handfed. You’re still learning, and in most cases, not working full-time. This inspires irritation in some and comfort in others, so similarly, the idea of entering The Real World – which you thought you’d done upon coming to university – inspires either relief or terror. Getting a job isn’t a scary prospect though. Not getting one is.
Which is why you’ll all be happy to hear that vacancies for graduate jobs are up by 16.4%. Hurrah! That’s that worry over then. I’ll be off.