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oung, dumb and full of cum. With pass rates still rising, has there been a better time for Freshers to just embrace a mantra the Daily Mail wishes it could print? Of course, it’s not necessarily that easy to embrace two weeks of enforced introductions, alcohol poisoning and F-U-N. Freshers’ week is a strange experience; a bizarre carnival of tacky club nights, costumes and alcohol. If you happen to live in Talybont or one of the larger halls, it can feel a bit like that homoerotic school trip where you stayed in a dorm on the fringes of the Lake District, participated in some desperate but ill-judged fumbles at the climax of a game of murder in the dark (now forbidden conversational territory) and spent the rest of the trip pondering your sexuality amid the bleak splendour of Crinkle Crags. It’s a heady, insecurity-baiting mixture, like that triple sambuca you dropped in your snakebite to kill the awkward silence creeping up on you and your New Best Friends. Talking of whom, it’s a good idea to keep them in perspective. Sure, you don’t want to get too self-conscious and spend two weeks at your desk reading Sartre, harrumphing at the clichés and false intimacy. But go too far the other way and you’ll spend your honeymoon period with your housemates in the first flushes of an affair that can easily turn ugly. Yes, you WILL regret sleeping with the engineer next door; he might seem like fun now, but later you’ll realise you were just desperate and deluded. Besides, he eats your Marmite when you’re not there.
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Coming in a variety of garish colours and frequented by hyperactive just-teens, nu-rave deserves to be left behind right now. New students are way better.
Spotlight on Cardiff Ninjah, age unknown, MC and dreadlocked street performer “Shakespeare said, ʻ‘To be or not to beʼ’. So, sometimes I am, sometimes Iʼ’m not” True.
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Normally, you donʼ’t expect the climax of an Iggy and the Stooges set to be defined by chocolate nostalgia. But when the crowd invaded Iggyʼ’s Other stage performance at Glastonbury this year, they promptly unfurled a monster ʻ‘Bring back the Wispaʼ’ banner. That was the best advert, like, ever.
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