Thespionage

Well, isn’t that a kick in the crotch. I spend the entirity of my last column being lovely about people. Ok, being less nasty. All right, relatively speaking I was nicer. Well, maybe not that much, just shut up and let me make my point! Now, I spend three hundred words being all sweetness and […]

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Thespionage

Oi! Wankers! Yank your gobs off each others phalluses, it’s time for the weekly “Why I Hate  All and Want You to Choke on Your Smug Self-Indulgence” AKA: actually, that’s just pretty much what we all call it now. What’s on the slab today? Well, first up I can finally stop talking about Foiled Brunt […]

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Thespionage 3

Sigh. I am depressed, dear readers, truly depressed. I remember the days when writing this column was fun, exciting, filled with broadsides fired off against that most hated of rivals, Marenbanter. Alas, Mssr. Marenbon has decided that to continue “wouldn’t be presidential”, putting his OUDS duties first and trading in making jokes for being part […]

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Thespionage: Week 7

“I want to unburden myself; Every week Maxipad Marenbon has taken his cheap shots, and I have been mostly silent. I haven’t said how competing with the Cherwell drama section is like running a race against a man with one leg (you win, but you feel kinda bad about it); I’ve even kept the name puns in relatively good taste.”

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