I started at the University in October 1968, studying Civil Engineering. During my first year, I shared a room in Lenton Hurst, which in those days was a residential annexe to Lenton Hall. My roommate was Trevor Rogers (Mathematics). More of him later. During my second and third years I moved into the main building and occupied a penthouse apartment in Block 6.
I assume the layout now is the same as then: four rooms on each side of a central landing. Three of us were civil engineers: Terry Nelson, Nigel Pearson and me. The fourth member of the gang was Laurie Bailey, but I can’t remember what he studied.
Nigel, Laurie and I were about 20 but Terry was a mature student, maybe six years older. At that time of your life, six years is a big age gap. We all looked up to him as a father figure. We probably teased him about being an old fuddy-duddy. He wasn’t but you know what students are like.
The other big difference was that he had a girlfriend, Jill, from Nightingale Hall. She was lovely and we were all jealous. Annoyingly, Jill was just as nice as Terry; they made a great couple. Terry was a wise head; someone you could talk to if you were feeling down.
I didn’t appreciate it at the time, but he provided some good advice, kept me on track and made those two years more enjoyable than they might have been. Terry and Jill kindly invited me to their wedding in Cambridgeshire, after our graduation. That’s the last time I saw them.