The boys clamber over a fence at Venford Resevoir

Chris Beard and Dave "Didds" Mallett on a tor on Dartmoor

Andy Bray (Feature) by Venford Resevoir

Rik on a tor somewhere

The Barbican Trad Jazz Band in the Barbican Wine Lodge

Another club; another thrash. I can't for the life of me remember where this was...

This was a ball somewhere. As official SU photographer, I used to get invited to tons of stuff to take photos of parties and Balls and stuff. This was probably one such event (although it could have equally been a Ball I was actually going to anyway). These dudes were on my course.

That's our Economics lecturer, John Maloney, behind the champagne froth

Nosher, aged 19/20 in a grey, grey, suit

For some reason this night was particularly memorable (unlike most beer-nights). Nothing especially unusual about it though... This is near the "never-open-especially-when-it's-busy bar" which Nosher used to work in (although not on this night). Worst drink served (by Nosher): a snakebite with a couple of spirits topped off with a packet of dry-roast peanuts (in the drink).

Yet another photo of people who I recognise, but who I now can't remember the names of. How sad is memory loss...

Ruth Watson in a Plymouth nightclub

Mike Bey and Andy Dobie bop in an eighties style

This girl was a chum of Trotsky's

Wee Jimmy receives a fountain pen as a momento of either a 60th birthday or long service (or both)

A bloke called Paul and Angela Crann in a night club

In the James Street Vaults, pretending to serve the concotion we'd made up for part of our coursework (we had to invent, and market, a new drink)

Bray-feature, Rik and Chris on the steps of the GTB after their interview for a placement-year job. I think they all ended up working in the same place in Yateley, Hampshire

Terraced houses on North Hill - taken from the roof above my room in Mount Street

Up on the moor again

Feature in the SU glass "pyramid"

Some of Bray-feature's mates had come over for the post-exams thrash

My bedroom at 24 Mount Street was in the roof, and it was possible (just) to climb out of the Velux window and onto the roof itself (being careful not to fall over the balcony 45 feet to the ground below). On the "last night of exams" a bunch of mates came round, and hung out in my room listening to music until the next day. At about 3am, a few of use went onto the roof: this if John Stuart, looking towards the Poly

Later on, as the sun rose - this is looking up Mount Street. I used to love climbing out onto the roof: even though the house was cold enough in winter to have ice on the inside of my bedroom window, it made up for it by being able to climb out and sunbath above my window - there was nothing to see me (apart from the whole of the Maritime Block halls-of-res, but that was half-a-mile away). You could peer over the gutter and watch the world pass by, and they would have no idea you were there...

...and finally, one of my most memorable (personal) photos: as the sun rises, and we're on the roof: Dire Straits "Communique" is on in the background, and it's one of those beautiful, chilly and slightly-misty mornings as the sun rises over Plymouth. There's hardly a sound in the air. It's around 4.30am. It's the symbolic end of another era...