AS I sit here staring at my screen, my mind is blank as to what to write. Gently the soothing depressiveness of country music wafts down from someone on the floor above me. I don't have a problem listening to other people's music, and I quite like Jewel, but after hearing it most of the day, everyday for the last week - I think we may have a problem. If your reading this, then I would really recommend the University's own Nightline. They are always willing to talk, and can be contacted on 6999 between the hours of 8pm-8am… If this doesn't help, and you turn back to Country music, then I think it will be me calling Nightline!!
  WHILST waiting in the queue to see Tenacious D at the Brixton Academy (see review in music section), a beggar came up and said: "A change from the usual 'got any spare change', I don't suppose I could borrow 50 quid off you guys till next Tuesday?". We were all quite impressed by this, and he did get a few coins out of them. But the thing is, I had a bad experience with beggars, where I actually gave some guy about £3 after him insisting he would buy food with it. A few minutes later I walked past as he came out of the off licence with a can of beer. I gave him a dirty look, and he just laughed. I could have just thrown the £3 down the drain! The only time I will give them something is if I buy them a drink or tea, or a sandwich or something.
  ANYWAY, wasn't fetish night fun! What an amazing array of costumes! (*cough* apart from mine *cough*). Although in my defence, mine was rather too subtle for the typical drunk FNOer (I wore a nice shiny fireman's helmet). In a time where people are questioning the Union's popularity, Friday night has confirmed that it still is popular.

  FIRST off, I think I must offer an explanation to all residents of Rawson for the state of the stairwell the day after Drag and Fetish Night. My friend from Rawson 3 managed to acquire a random bloke, whom she christened "Twister Guy" (after his novel costume) who proceeded to run around our stairs at 3am, wrapping toilet roll around the banisters! After a surreal conversation with him - he's apparently studying 'Dolphin Appreciation' - I walked into my kitchen almost entirely mummified in loo roll, much to the bemusements of my friends who were sitting there munching toast in traditional post union style.
  FETISH Night has to take the prize for the best, not to mention most surreal night out so far this term. Myself and three (male) friends spent the night clad in sexy red feather boas, dancing like maniacs, drinking cider and black by the barrel load, taking almost 200 photos and 'acquiring' 39 free condoms (at last count - they're still appearing all over my room)! Although the Rawson 2 freshers put on a pretty poor display (shame on you), the one who did actually partake in the shenanigans did more than enough to compensate for everyone else's absence. Despite supposedly working in Chancellors that night (fully dragged up, of course) he kept appearing back in the kitchen at regular intervals, with requests such as "do you have any balloons for my breasts?" and claiming "I need red circles on my cheeks!" Definitely a night to remember.
  FINALLY, an update on Rawson's Egyptian Pants, or Pharaoh's Ants to the uninitiated. They're showing no signs of dying off, but after two mentions in previous instalments of Rawson's Creek and the amazing poem in last weeks' Barefacts, they're getting quite a bit of media exposure. Maybe this will prompt our pleas to be taken a little more seriously (hint, hint….!) It's become so bad that the exterminator guy who appeared on Friday even claimed we had more bait in the kitchen than in his van. The question on everyone's lips now is "so why are the pants still here?!?"