I’ve been to university and I’m sure most of you have experienced the same or something similar; nights that end far too soon and hungover days that stretch on forever, essays and beer in the garden and the most wonderful people you’ll ever meet. So I thought why not see what it’s like in Australia? With the help of lovely Lanky Legs (Richard) I find out if drinking goon out of a shoe is really all that different from a dirty VK dropped on the dance floor.
