I was very saddened to read in Issue 48 about Emily Venables’ frustrating experience with computers in the Library. When Emily visited, we were updating software on some PCs. At the same time and very unexpectedly we had a fault with the entry system, which prevented us from lending fifty laptops. Our supplier fixed this the following day, but meanwhile students struggled to find free PCs.
I read with dismay Greg Barker-Devereux’s letter in Pugwash [News] (‘About time to wear your poppy’ 3 November 2010). Barker-Devereux argues that the red poppy is a symbol of respect that we should all pay to ‘our fallen’. Many of […]
I was lucky enough to receive an e-mail to edit for the paper, titled “I’m an agnostic, but…”, in which the writer explains how he is embarrassed by hardcore atheists like Richard Dawkins.
Over the last eight months and twelve issues of Pugwash News, on these very pages, I have explained many things. But, today, this day, the most important mystery in humanity will be explored. It is, of course, the mystery of the success of bottled water.
Can you remember what you had for breakfast? You probably can. I can’t. My memory pretty much resembles a sieve, filtering out all the need-to-know facts, and leaving behind the useless nuggets of information, such as what time my favourite TV shows are on.
Arrest the Pope? Whilst it’s something I admit I would find refreshing and might make Charles Manson do a little salsa dance in his grave, I’d also like to see Richard Dawkins thrown in jail with him.
I personally know that this subject is split pretty much down the middle in my house, but now half way through my second year at University it’s becoming a pretty tedious subject in my mind.
It’s ridiculous. Five men – some with mustaches – line up, then for some reason they attempt to complete “nine laps of the track!”. The track, incidentally, is a tiny oval, within which these men spend a couple of minutes skating like morons.
Yes, this whole opinion piece is about Tesco. The supermarket I have probably spent about two thirds of my student loan on, and my parents spend a third of their annual wages at; not to mention my sister, who probably spends about a quarter of her EMA there, and my little brother who spends nearly all of his pocket money there.