Is Anyone Here a Marine Biologist?

I went to Cambridge this weekend to experience the life of a privileged British youth at University. For those of you who don't know, Cambridge is a small town 50 miles outside of London with a college of the same name. Its university is the second oldest (to Oxford) in the World, blah blah blah. On second thought, just picture "Dead Poet's Society" and you're all set.

The University and town were great - a lot of old architecture and character. Aside from checking out campus, we stopped in at a local pub for beers and fish and chips. (How British!). Despite it being cliche, I fully expect to eat fish and chips at least once a week while I'm here. That must be Atkins or something?

The day was going perfectly until we got on the train to head home. After a few minutes on the train, I heard a loud thud a few rows behind me. I looked back and saw that some guy had passed out onto the train floor. Fortunately, someone began to help him, and within a few minutes he regained consciousness (although he had no idea where he was). It wasn't until well after he was back in his seat that I realized two disturbing things. First, that I hadn't moved at all to help him when he fell, despite being closest to his seat. Second, that my first thought upon seeing his body in the fetal position was that it would really suck if my one trip to Cambridge got ruined by some guy dying on the train.

Luckily, I felt better when I remembered that I still had 1/2 of the weekend edition of the International Herald Tribune to read on the way home.