There’s a boycott at the bar tonight, so I’m having a night in. as I noted last week, there’s a dispute between the union and the university hierarchy over where the proceeds go. I forgot, so I rolled to the bar to find it empty. The disco was being set up, but there were none off the cheers from the footballers (AAA ZUM A ZUM A ZUM etc) nor the steady stream of scantily clad girls. I waited about half an hour, then remembered Grey’s prophecy of a boycott. Hence I set my sites on a night behind my p.c, chatting to friends, streaming radio 4. showing some solidality with my fellow students beats brandies any day.