Beaten Up

I'm afraid to report that I was beaten up this evening.

A person who lives on my corridor decided that even though I very rarely even speak to him, that I was in some way a good target to vent his frustrations with the rest of the world on. He very nearly broke my nose, and I'm pretty much covered in my own blood. My clothes are torn and he had the gall to come and see me afterwards and tell me that "I should count myself lucky that I got off so lightly."

I hasten to add that this person has been admitted to an English place of higher education to study a PhD in "Pharmacy" despite never studying pharmacy in his life, (he does have a 2:1 in physics from a crap uni) and is supposed to be in Britain's elite!

He is from a small town in the South, so I am left to assume that his bizzare understanding of morality stems from his cousin... or his mum... or his other sister... someone who gets around a bit anyway...