SOMEONE DO SOMETHING!

It's like everyone has taken a leaf out of Andrew Wright's book.

Boooooooooooorrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiingggg.

Unfavourable portence

So in the same week that the satwatticals pass their much vaunted motion to allow a motion that might just allow an annoying commotion to, and I use the term loosely, grip Houghton Street, weather forecasters predict Britain will be hit by the worst storm of the year. Coincidence? I think not.

You have been warned.

Spotted...

One EAI cornering some Beavers in the Tuns on Friday night.

Damn this recession

He Who Shall Not Be Named has just been rejected by yet another management consultancy firm. Why his portly Jewish charm isn't working remains a mystery to this gentle soul?

My advice would be to make a run for Gen Sec to fill the gaping hole in that 2010-2011 budget, we all know he can't do without funds for distasteful Adidas jackets and disco biscuits.

The Fatcher Show

It appears that our beloved General Secretary has a love for the microphone, or maybe his own voice. Since the UGM was not quorate, it turned out to be another Q&A session that had questions directed to other members of the Sabb team, but darling Dilwyn decided to hog the whole session. Yet again.

The Beaver also got a grilling regarding their coverage about the Ayalon saga, Pulse bragging about their listenership.

The same old, same old. No wonder turnout's record low, do the Dream Team really think that reform can fix student apathy?

Love Is In The Air

So the gossip queens tell this humble soul that a certain satwatical officer is of an amorous disposition towards the beaver, both in general and particular.

This week's issue seems to have thawed the relationship between the man who spends roughly 133 hours of every week in the hub and a certain piece of fringe minge, if not all the animosity between plenty-of-E204 and S.A.B Waffle.

Watch this space....

Fatcher and sLow?