When people say to me, “Greg, what were your student days like?” I reply, “They were a special time: I went to York.” Ever since, I’ve been keen to stay involved. Now there’s a way for all of us to retain our links with the University, whilst supporting all those things that made it special.

This insulting, patronising letter then goes on to suggest I would like to join The Yorkies which is “something special” - a way of maintaining my relationship with the York that I remember…

From the letter, the ONLY way it achieves this is by suggesting I pay them £120 a year.

That’s quite a good price, for only £10 a month I get to fund the continual disregard shown by the admin for the students, the appalling food and service in campus fare, the utter failure to provide or permit a decent venue for music and dancing, and the diseased fountain spraying duck-shit aerosols throughout the academic year…