#100HappyDays – Day21: My MBA buddies

Apologies for not writing last night – at least one of the people in the photo below led me astray.

Last day of our Latest MBA module here in Loughborough, and I wanted to dedicate my happy day to all the new friends I’ve met as a result of being a part of this amazing course. They are smart, empathetic, funny, kind – everything you’d want from class-mates. I’m not sure I’d be able to do it without them, and I know it wouldn’t be even half as enjoyable.

Thanks everyone.

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#100HappyDays – Day 19: Walking and listening to 90’s britpop

One of the things about being in Loughborough as a part-time postgrad is that generally you are staying in a hotel in town – which is a long way from the far-end of campus, where my lectures are. So, every morning and most evenings, I set out on the 40minute walk to and from class.

If you know me, then you’ll know I’m not much of a walker – preferring the relative comfort and speed of Vespas, Cars or Taxis, but the one joy of it is that I get to listen to music whilst I travel. Music is one of those things that has too often passed me by in life. Don’t get me wrong, I love music – it is just I haven’t found the time to really invest in it. Which probably explains why I am still stuck in the 90’s and Britpop.

This morning (yesterday morning now, as I forgot to post this last night), I was wandering through campus listening to Going for Gold by Shed Seven, and it made me smile. Have a listen below, see if it does the same for you.

#100HappyDays – Day17: Loughborough

Apologies for delay in posting – a few technology issues last night!

Any ex or current Loughborough student will know the feeling as you turn off at J23 of the M1, and you get your first glimpse of Towers ahead. It’s the feeling of coming home.

It’s a strange phenomena – Loughborough is a busy, if unremarkable market town in the East Midlands. Not the worst place on earth, but certainly not about to win any ‘best place to live’ awards. Yet the loyalty it generates amongst its former students is close to cult like.

I first came here 17 years ago, arriving on the train as an 18yr old fresher, and never looked back. I fell in love with the place within a few days and that feeling, now I am back for round 2 of my studies, has never diminished.

Why? Well it’s a combination of things – a huge campus, with plenty of green space and the vast majority of students living in halls certainly helps. As does the amazing sporting facilities, and the brilliant inter-hall sports programme. But most of all it’s the students that make it.

We are a unique bunch, and I don’t say that lightly. There’s a natural self-confidence amongst the typical student here, come call it arrogance, but it is more than that. It’s about knowing you are part of a long-line of incredible sporting success. There’s a reason why we get to use lines like #wherehistorybegins and #lufbrawow (Loughborough walk on water).

This confidence transcends the sporting arena, creeping into every area of student life – as do many other sporting traits, teamwork, dedication, loyalty, banter (in a good way) to name but a few.

All in all it makes for a powerful and enduring emotion. Still now when I meet someone and they say they went to Loughborough, I feel like I know them just that littler bit better. And many halls, including my own, have annual ‘old boy/girl’ weekends, which keep this emotion firmly in he the front of the mind.

A friend of mine talks of the ‘Loughborough Mafia’, particularly in the sport and leisure industry. And there’s an element of truth in it, after all why wouldn’t you?

So, whenever I return to the place, I am reminded of what an incredible place it is, how incredible the people are, and what an incredible time I had here. In short, it make me happy.

#100HappyDays – Day16: @MegansWine on the Kings Road

Last night was a pretty shit night. The wind not only felt like it was going to take out the back off the house, it also woke Josh up, who then spent the rest of the night in our bed. I love my son, but his constant wriggling, kicking and occasional whispering of “Daddy, are you awake?” in my ear, meant that by the time we set out to do some shopping this morning I was in what you might call a bad mood.

Shopping was fine, but I was really tetchy – and the fact I knew I was just made me more irritable. This was then compounded by the fact that Pizza Express, our ‘banker’ in terms of lunches that keep the children happy, was full.

And then we came across Megan’s Wine Cellar. Snug, homely, welcoming – it was like we’d lost a penny and whilst searching for it, found a twenty-pound note.

The service was super-friendly, particularly in the way they doted on Josh & Alba. The food was gorgeous, including some of the best salads I’ve had in years. The Gavi, recommended by the waitress, was nectar from heaven. But most of all, it was the kind of place you left happier than when you went in.

So thank you Megan Wine Cellar for making my (and therefore my family’s) Saturday just that little bit better. We’ll be back soon.

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