:: Not Even A Mouse ::
Apology from an Overworked Undergraduate
Lads and ladettes, I must profoundly apologise for my lack of dribble these passed few
weeks. I have no excuse for my silence that has left the air of tension and slagging
motionless, like the stagnant pond in the Castle Grounds. Forgive me, brethren.
Now that I am beginning to get a lot of work done and out of the way, my time with the
fine establishment of Her Majesty's University in Belfast is drawing to a close. With
one last 8 week push, that will be harder than any woman going through Labour (yes, the political
pun is intended), I will finish off my splendid run and bow out of academia forever.
The trumpet will sound, funny looking black gowns will be adorned and paper will be
covertly shifted between hands. Then I will walk through the great gate of QUB for one
last time, drawing to a close my five year tenure with the Great Brute. I shall miss her.
But enough about my life story. Just want to let you guys and gals know that no longer
shall the domain of the Slayers remain empty. No longer will the cause remain undocumented.
No longer shall Nicholson have his name on a webpage without "dirty, dirty" being somewhere
in the same sentence. No! The Slay will persevere and carry on. As we remember legends of old
so shall our children's, children's children remember us. Throughout the comedy, despite the snow
and instead of the DUP, we shall stand somber, victorious, galant, tall. And when we have stood
for as long as Yahweh permits us, we shall then take our seats at the table to share in the banquet
in full knowledge that the Slay, our Slay, will never be forgotten.
Onwards to victory, Slayers!