FINALLY, the last paper based Rawson's Creek before Christmas. Oh but what to write that will interest you enough to be sitting round your crackling Yuletide log, peeling your Christmas present, and reading this column out loud to all your gathered relatives?…….nothing I can think of really, but its never stopped me before!
  AS with the inevitability of another James Bond sequel, exams are upon us again. I mentioned last week about the pleasures of running into the exam hall to excitedly read what the wretched urchin had scratched on your table in the previous exam. Well this week, I'm not going to mention them any more.
  INSTEAD I will try and talk about something more relevant to us all. . (full stops). These are cool linguistic devices, that let me keep writing a sentence, as long as I want, about whatever I want, however I want, lasting as long as I want, until I type the.
  JUST a random observation here. Why, whenever I go to the issues desk to take out like one book, is there always 2 people in front of me that have problems which seem to demand a good 7 minutes-ish to sort out! I usually only go when the queue is really short, but the people that get in before me ALWAYS seem to have issues.
  ALSO, I'm SURE "goto" was a word when I was in Class 2. It's really annoying. Like in the last paragraph (that I had to delete due to word limits), when I wanted to say "…cheaper to goto the…", MS Word just won't let me, and its now "…cheaper to go to the…" - which just looks silly. I can think back, and see it as clearly as if it was the day before yesterday - the word "goto" was in the Ben The Dog book! I think the problem was that we used Acorn computers, which didn't have Word. All we had was POB, which after we worked out how fun it was to type "POB CAN POP", no one cared anyway!

  THE end of the autumn semester is drawing nigh. In two weeks time I will have finished my first and last exam, 5/6 of my degree, and most terrifyingly of all, 7/8 of my time as a university student. The past 3 ½ years have been the best of my life, and the fact that they're drawing to a close scares me no end. Boy, am I jealous of all you first years out there!
  DESPITE the ever present four letter words, beginning in 'w' and 'e' (work and exam, in case you didn't guess) I've still managed to get out and about a few times over the last week. Thursday evening saw Chancellors' Challenge, a night which is now firmly etched in my diary - I've only missed one since the beginning of term! My team didn't do particularly well (c'mon, we had to give everyone else a chance!) but it's the taking part that counts, not the £60 or so you can win - honest!
  EACH week a jackpot question is posed, and the winning team walk away with a pot of money that has accumulated in the weeks since the last correct answer. Last week the teams were asked to guess the weight of Tug, our friendly barman, but (unfortunately for me) two guessed exactly right. So there I was, adding up the scores, minding my own business, when I heard my name go out over the speakers. "You want me to weigh Tug again?" I asked Charlotte, snapping back to reality. "No", she replied, the two teams were going to guess my weight. So the teams wrote down their guesses, I stood on the scales, and before I could stop her, Charlotte proceeded to announce my exact weight (in kilograms and pounds) to a packed Chancellors. Ah well, I suppose I can still be glad of the fact that I did weigh less than Tug…. just…!