Bush had his 52 pack of most wanted, the Ace of Spades being Saddam himself. Here at uni we too have a most wanted, you may not have realized… I implore all Vic students be a little more like me and let their tongues do the walking. I challenge anyone to crack into more groups […]
Unfortunately at uni there are a huge amount of people who love the sound of their own voice and will quite happily harp on at length about just about anything regardless of whether you give a shit or not.
You all remember those few stand out parties, whether you injured yourself or hooked up with your flatmate, it was memorable and that was what made it good. Seeing as we are currently in that beautiful beginning period in our flats we will soon embark, if we haven’t already, upon the institution that is flat […]
Motivational talks, for me drum up fond memories of feeble attempts on the part of high schools to inflict a rather mainstream message: that success amounts to the key ingredients – staying in school, partaking in sport and abstaining from drugs, with liberal amounts of hard work, and a personal hygiene level well above reproach.
Most people favour the universally recognised places like bushes, the space behind the door, closets and generally dark areas as the preferred locations to jump out and scare an unwilling passer by. It seems the whole tradition of the scare has fallen to the wayside, simply swept under the rug and ignored only to rear […]
Ahh… the institution of clubs day, how mundane it is from year to year if you are not a social enthusiast of the miscellaneous nature. It appears that for years people like yourself have fallen to the wayside. Have gone it alone, devoid of the kind of recognition that only the institution of the club […]
