From mightly acorns tiny oak trees grow

Here it is then, a reactivation of my old blogger account. The last one came to naught, admittedly but perhaps this will hold my interest for some time, or at least provide some distraction over the coming exam period.
Ah yes, exams. The bright side of them is twofold. not only will they be done soon, but the SAAS in their infinite wisdom are awarding me several hundred pounds of loan for approximately two weeks' worth of study. Not that I'm complaining mind, as it means I can either spin it out over the summer as of last time, when i did the festival on the remains of this lucre, or I can blow it all on books, records and obsolete technology. After all, I'll need something to project in that 16mm projector sitting in the corner. It was offered to me for nothing, how could I refuse?

Much has been made recently of the University lecturers' strike action last Tuesday and their refusal to mark work henceforth. As of yet, I've not noticed any difference - essays are handed back at the whim of individual departments, or, in the case of the German department, dumped in pigeonholes on the ninth floor of the DHT where we have to find them. on a related note, according to this week's Student, 'Boycott threatens graduation.' Why he can't stick to moaning about the England cricket team is beyond this humble scribe