
In fact, owing to a failure in arrangements, I was even
there for one night after the final date for departure and slept like a
fugitive in a deserted room. It really
was time to go.
Pascoe and many of his University of East Anglia friends however, left in style. There was one last massive LCR party, with fairground
rides and Sara Cox DJing as they bopped the night away. And for many, an all-nighter was really the
only option as the rent ran out on their student houses weeks ago so there was
nowhere to sleep. But even that gave
rise to one final magical moment when a number of them strolled down to the
edge of the lake (the UEA Broad) to see the dawn rise.
They definitely left with a bang not a whimper.
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