pre-stroke - higher education

i was in grimsby college of technology to do my A levels. the college is equivalent to our polytechnic here in malaysia, i.e. a place where those whose m.c.e results or "O" level in the uk, are not quite up to the mark, i.e. an apprentice college, thus there were few english students, there was only 2, doing the course with us plus another 4 iranians.the top student would alternate between jamal and abang hatta, the sarawakians. we live in the upper level of a doctor's surgery, mrdawson, mrs dawson reminds me of the wife in the television series,the partridge family, you know the one with david cassidy in the lead. mrs dawson was a kind and perhaps naive lady, one day she visited us upstairs and asked us"is it against your religion to change the bedsheets, we all, of course, nodded our head in answer, more keen that she get out of our upstairs flat soonest possible. how naive. we hardly saw dr dawson, perhaps because everytime he is in the surgery, we were out attending classes, so all dealing was with mrs dawson. around 100metres from our flat was a building bearing the sign mecca, with bright lights.
being a curious sort of person, one night i ventured boldly into the place, it's a disco!!!, where-in i then fatefully met jackie, with whom i broke my duck, if you know what i mean. it was a shortlived relationship, never had a chance to flourish thank god. she is probably by now , a fat old woman with greasy hair and cellulite thighs and massive sagging boobs. what an escape!!!
so we pretty soon settled into a routine of attending lectures, playing football in the nearby public park where dog poop abound, grocery shopping in grantham, a nearby town, where halal ingredients could be found, staying indoors at night studying, with me as the odd one, bold enough to venture out to the delights of the pub and discos.
the weather and the english idiosyncracies must be the most significant difference compared to malayia.there wasn't any time to ponder or whine,so we were preoccupied with making the best of what we had. mind you it wasn't bad it was a marvelous adventure and experience. our maths lecturer, mr sim, an ardent PLO sympathiser, made our stay interesting and soon enough he became our best english friend. so much so that in the second year of our stay in grimsby, i lodged in his house by the sea together with his wonderful wife and 2 young children. there was another lodger, a palestinian student, who was always with one sort of english girl or another, i never saw him studying. wonder what happened to him, if probably he is in one of those israeli prison camp.every time that the bus we rode on to lectures hit a bump, he would groan, when asked why he told me that when the bus hit the bump it induce an erection in him. what a loony!!!, i was envious of him though as some of the girls he brought back were quite good-looking and sexy