JACK OUGHTRED looks at a new phenomenon infiltrating the students of Durham
It’s cold, it’s dark and puzzlingly you’ve hardly had the time of your life looking as if you’re having some sort of uncontrollable seizure in a poky sweat-box of a club. But never fear weary drunk: salvation is at hand. One doesn’t have to walk too far across our comically small city before encountering one of Durham’s fine late-night eating establishments.