Postcard from the University of New Hampshire

As we sit under a perfect blue sky, eating ice-cream, drinking beer, smoking cigars and watching the beautiful and scantily clad people of New Hampshire walk by, my university mate Mike assures me that I have an atypical impression of his life as a teaching assistant at UNH. It is a Friday afternoon and the first day of Spring, and whilst it is lovely and warm there are still traces of snow on the hillside, a reminder of a time less hedonsitic.