Letter from America
A rough day yesterday. The compounded stresses of multi-tasking five different courses, oncoming scurvy, and our tight-fisted refusal to heat the flat are adding up to sickness. I must have tea, I thought. Since mid-summer I've relapsed into coffee-dependence, but when becoming ill, everyone knows that tea helps body and soul. My roommate had brought some Tetley home from England, so the experience promised to be pleasurable. However, it proved extremely unnerving. I could not rid myself of the feeling that some supernatural presence glared over my shoulder during the brewing, never speaking, but making it quite clear that its intentions were very malignant indeed, should I not carry out the entire time-honoured ritual to the exact specifications. It was as though I was being tested on all I learned last year.....
Columns: The Persian Princess
I have to say a few words about the legendary Persian hospitality and politeness, mainly because frankly, it is driving me insane...
Columns: Sex in the quad
S&M and Bondage needn't be like it appears on late night Channel Five. It isn't all about large bearded men from the West Midlands fiddling around with enough chains to keep the gates of All Souls locked. Lots of couples are put off trying these more unusual aspects of sex because of such stereotypes, or because it all seems a bit too hardcore for them. However, a bit of light bondage or S&M needn't hurt....much....
Columns: The Really Hard Fraternal Quiz
1. Take a walk on the fratri-cide...
