Strike it Lucky

Dr Who?

What are the most important things a student requires in order to get thought the stresses and strains of a term in academia? Well, access to a good kebab shop, obviously, in addition to understanding bankers, a good tailor and finally and most importantly, access to a well respected purveyor of fine herbs and prescribed chemicals. With regard to the latter, of course, a marked lack of conspicuous disposition would seem to be an essential pre-requisite, so imagine my surprise to find that after having announced that he was “open for business” so as to say, the good Doctor, Dr. Russell, decided to dye his sizable mane of hair blue, as captured by your correspondent on Mill Road outside the bakers one fine morning. Not only did his pharmacy on Hobart Road accept cheques (apparently), but his medicine certainly did the job, to the extent that not one day was lost through ill health during my 3 years in the fens, although plenty of days were lost due to total and abject lethargy, or so I am told. Despite his conspicuous disposition, our herbalist managed (to the best of my knowledge) to escape the attention of the local constabulary, although this was once courtesy of an escape from Thoday Street over the back gate, much to the alarm of Jenny and Mosoumi, Sober fondly recalled recently. Well, you’ve got to get Lucky sometimes, I guess. Or not, as the case may have it.