Recent research sheds a poor light on the popular extra-curricular activity of being a board member in a student union or organisation. When only ten years ago such student activity was greeted by staff and students alike with praise and gratitude, student boards are now condemned as being obtrusive breeding grounds for know-it-all attitudes and full of socially incompetent suck-ups, whose only way of finding a friend is by mail-order or kidnapping.
“The change happened overnight,” …

Friends, it goes without saying that there is a problem with popular radio. I have wondered how they could possibly play the stuff they play. My deep-seated feelings for the radio have caused our conversations to end in mutual antipathy at best and heated arguments at worst. Therefore, I venture no longer to burden you with my love, my questions, my anger on this subject. I address the radio directly:
Dear Radio,
You have been the father …

I am an empty vessel, small and insignificant to the world.
With a steady heart but trembling hands I reach for my pocket. Though the movement itself is subtle and short in duration, a feat of expertise honed over the years, my hand tingles with excitement. Pulses of electricity course through my nervous system as my mind prepares my body for what’s to come.
My hand closes over the pack. To the casual touch it feels just …

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Dear Jane
Yo! E.T.!
There’s no easy way to put this so I’ll just be blunt. It’s over, baby.
God I’ve waited for this moment. Let me just take it in. Hold on a moment. Here we go: WE’RE DONE!
Dear Jane! Yo, E.T.!
It isn’t you, it’s me. It’s all me.
It isn’t you, it isn’t me. It’s Angela, Sarah, Jess, Tina and all your other friends who knew how to properly please a man. Talk to them, woman, …