Blimmin' 'eck, what's with all this Facebook/proctors/trashing malarky? I've had about 400 emails from OUSU in the last few days, blatantly up in arms about the whole thing, but I can't really see why. We get countless emails and letters from the proctors, right through Trinity term, saying that we're not allowed to throw disgusting things at people and that we shouldn't do it - I hardly believe anyone hurling octopodes on Queen's Lane hasn't heard yet. I suppose it's possible there are a few muppets out there who haven't yet realised that Facebook is public and lots of people have access to your personal details, but, honestly, anyone who persists in this so-called tradition* knows full well that it's against the rules, and if your misguided sense of humour and/or anarchy leads you to break them and you subsequently get caught, then I fail to see why anyone should feel morally indignant about it.
*Do you know how they really used to celebrate finishing Finals in the old days? They used to go and sit in the quad with a bottle of sherry, and invite their tutors.
Friday, July 20, 2007
I repeat, July my arse
Changed my mind, don't want to move to Berkshire anymore, it's all underwater. Think I'll stay up north, where there's lots of hills.
(Picture from BBC)
Damn global warming...
Sunday, July 15, 2007
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