I’VE reached a point in time where I have decided to run my food supplies into the ground. This means that my meals over the last week have consisted of ingredients that you would just never put together. The first meal consisted of Chicken Fajita
powder with new potatoes, topped with broccoli. This was finished by Tescos Value rice pudding and 6 month out of date
chocolate Nesquik. While these meals were interesting, one meal that I tried on Monday night I shall never make again.
  THIS consisted of frying some Tescos value processed peas in 2 spoonfuls of peanut butter. I then added some rice to the
wok and mixed it all together. When served up it looked like a giant snot on my plate, and the only way I could eat this was to force myself to think of all the vitamins I was eating!
  OVER the year various floors have stood out in Battersea Court, but the ones that have stood out the most are all the floors
in Wells, and Tate 1. I’m not sure if there is something in Wells’ water (and I don’t mean Legionella), or the fact that they
are all 1st years, but all the floors are full of really nice people who love taking part in everything. Just give the guys on Wells 3 some boob tubes, and you’ll see exactly what I mean! Now Tate 1, I can only assume there really is something in the water, as both this year and last year’s residents are all great fun. Last year’s bunch have the famous www.tateone.com website, which includes the adventures of Henry the Hoover (the latest update covers Henry’s trip with them to Sweeden!), and a who-dunnit skid mark gallery!
  I’M in the activities centre writing this and upstairs in the Union is the International Exhibition. It’s amazing what a cultural diversity we have at this University, and tasting the different foods is really cool. In fact, with what I’ve been eating recently I’d better make the most of eating nice food! Normal service will be resumed next week.

  THIS is probably the first time I've written Rawson’s Creek on good old fashioned paper, as opposed to staring at a computer screen in an internet induced trance. But seeing that I am currently sitting outside on a rather damp table writing this on my lap, I really can’t see that it’s going to be any improvement on normal...
  BACK to a recurring theme in my half of this column: Roast Dinners. This week, instead of the normal (or not so normal) pre-dinner conversation, Ian turned up with a brand new addition to the Roast Dinner Soc arsenal – a set of children’s card games: snap, old maid, donkey, animal snap, you name it, we played it! Unfortunately, the donkey card, which was meant to be ‘hidden’ (does anyone else know the game? Am I making any sense?!) was a different colour to all the others, making the game a little… easy!
  ON Monday night, Sparkle once again beckoned, with its tempting offer of £9 for all you can drink. Mondays reliably produce some of the most surreal events of the week, and this one was no exception, A guy called James, otherwise known to me as ‘zippy guy’ after one Monday, turned up last night with a hand puppet, henceforth known as ‘dirty badger’. After being really quite well behaved for an hour or so, badger made his way around several people, and started ‘misbehaving’ himself whenever I went near him, certainly living up to his nickname. But after a suicidal leap off the Union balcony and a run in with security, Badger miraculously disappeared. So, if you’ve seen a rather naughty looking badger wandering around campus, send him home to James, because he’s distraught!
  AND finally, after an appeal for another sixty words or so to my friends, Helen has come up with the following health warning: don’t, on any account, down four bottles of java one after the other. In will only end in tears. And to the bar staff: if you see her trying it again, stop her on all accounts!
   THIS is Sarah Butterworth, reporting on a laptop outside in the rain. Over and out.