Diary of a Finalist
I'd always assumed that motivation wasn't going to be a problem with finals. Granted, I could never see the point of revising for collections, and was frequently heard to be moaning that I'd rather be in bed, but I thought that when it came to the big ones, I'd have little difficulty in buckling down to memorising information, in keeping my mind on the essay, and not the invigilator's truly distracting hair, during the exam. ...
Columns: Newsfight!
Columns: Top spot: Tallinn
Yes we're tired of everyone saying its an undiscovered jewel as well. The way everyone goes on it didn't exist till last Saturday night and was then hastily constructed for the event I refuse to name. In fact Tallinn is an ancient Hanseatic City, perched on the Baltic, now the capital of the young country of Estonia. ...
Columns: Horoscopes
Columns: Arses and Faces
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Columns: The Krapton Factor
Hands off cocks, on socks. Come on, come on, we've haven't got all frigging day you know...
Columns: Top Ten!!!
Now, depending on the sort of company you keep, your idea of what is normally served behind a bar to complement your Babycham may differ enormously from mine. However, this is my bloody column so I don't care. A bar snack must be served in a foil packet, it must constitute a collection of items and it, ideally, should have potatoes, nuts or corn involved in its creation somewhere. There are bars where you can buy chocolate from the landlord but chocolate simply does not go very well with lager so it doesn't count. Equally the more affluent amongst you may frequent places where dried vegetable chips are sold in clear plastic packets. To those people I say, get thee to a copy of the Cherwell, it's much more up your street. Is everybody clear? Well that's alright then....