In Cambridge

Sitting on a bridge over the river Cam...

Everyone really wants to be in Cambridge. Every academic wants to be a fellow at King's. Every student wants to cycle the narrow streets, punt the river, and live in a grade 1 listed building. Other places are great, but you say, 'this is as good as Cambridge', or 'even Cambridge can't compete with this.' Remember the VW Golf advert? Cambridge is what we really want.

Why do we want to be in Cambridge? Does life, in its fundamental interactions and tasks, become any different? Nope. Friends are friends. Work is work. Love is love. What's different is context. It's like when the snow settles - suddenly the world feels alive, you feel like you're living in a movie, an adventure story. Your life is significant, it means something. That's why we want to write for the Telegraph, not the Southern Daily Echo; why we want to help AIDS orphans in Cape Town not young carers in Thetford; why we want to go out with a model, not a mate. So we know we matter. Our thoughts and fears and feelings and friends and work and future...

I'll tell you the best news you'll hear all day. You are in a great story, and you do matter. Ok?