I thought the urban myth that you become less hardcore after Fresherdom was just that, a falsehood, but apparently not. After just three nights of going out in a row, my whole household felt like we were ‘dying’, and reverted to the obligatory hangover cure procedure which consists of greasy food, and pledging never to get that smashed again (even though that’s exactly what we did do just one night later). Perhaps we were drowning our sorrows over the grim reality that we had become mere shadows of our former student hardcore selves.