The popular press can harrumph all they like, but if you can't misbehave when you're a student, when can you?
Oh, to be a student again, pissed on freedom and curdled shots. This week, the Sun reports, "a plague of drunken youngsters", organised by events company Carnage UK, descended on Brighton: hospitality management students, forearms streaky with tan;18-year-olds from the University of Brighton, whose £10 Carnage T-shirts were printed with nightclub names and dares for drinks, ticked off in marker pen, and slashed at the neck to expose glossy cleavages and an eye on a future in reality TV.
Last month, Brighton was rated the second best English city in which to live, three days after Carnage UK visited Bristol, which was rated first. In spite of the baddie who wee-ed on a war memorial in Sheffield after a Carnage night out, and the Sun's horrified report ("sickening", "war zone", "a huge inflatable willy"), the Brighton event looks as though it was absolutely brilliant – sambuca everywhere. Regret everywhere. The pavements, in the Sun's "shocking" photo sli