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It’s because of stunts like this that no one takes students seriously

We’ve become such parodies of ourselves, so sycophantically subservient to the student stereotype, that public sympathy to our problems is minimal.

This Booty Weren’t Made for Walkin’...

To walk or not to walk?

Facebook Friend, Prepare to be Culled

“All I want to do is grab you by the ears of your deerstalker hat and shout, ‘I’m doing anything that doesn’t involve you, fishface.’”

Washing the masses right outta my hair…

There are many things I want my hair to be; brave is not one of them. Or so I thought.

Box, Frocks and Rocks

I have a new crush and I’ll concede it’s an odd one, even for me.

Jail for a thought crime? Why ever not?

The giant mound of smouldering self-righteousness that sits as Chair of the Islamic Human Rights Commission is off his rocker if he believes these men were targeted on account of their ethnicity and religion.

Box, frocks and rocks

If, like me, you spent the best part of your pre-pubescent years running up slides the wrong way, you’ll doubtless be thrilled to discover that 90’s teatime-telly staple Gladiators is back.

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A Degree in Vodka and Coke (Joint Hons.)

Is student life becoming our very own drunken Feast of Fools?

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Teaching Patriotism is the Last Refuge of a Scoundrel Government

In the government’s idea of a foiled terrorist attack, the bomber goes to pull the pin when Thomson and Thompson from Tintin tap him on the shoulder and say: “Come on now, old boy. We’re all British here.”

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Christmas is dead. Long live Festivus.

The bratty Church needs its father to get plastered on a fine malt blend and beat it across the back of its legs until it stops its paddy

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How to be Normal

A brief and practical guide to thoroughly ignoring the cult of self-improvement...

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It’s my right to have sex with my bicycle if I so wish

There is nothing objectionable about non-objecting objects being objectified for sex.

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Why Paul Daniels is Prime Minister and I’m a Wildebeest

If it matters so little when our superiors offer us their own construction of reality, it is only fair that we are allowed to tender ours, whatever it may be