For the first time in five years, I went to the student-staff forum today. Rob convinced me to go – I fancied a trip to Crewe anyway. I thought I’d see what they were about. However, now I remember why I’d never previously gone: I’d always suspected such forums to be mere talking shops, and I was right. Apart from the teaching staff and the guys from the union, there were about five or six students there, most of whom I’d never seen before. They talked and talked, without saying much, going round and round in circles. I, of course, couldn’t say anything due to my lightwriter being broken, so I just sat there, yawning from time to time.

One of the topics on the agenda was why were such meetings so poorly attended. It was obvious to me that only a certain kind of politically focussed, up-own-arse student would go to such a thing. Rob suggested solving the problem by opening the bar during the meeting, which if you ask me is a great idea, but I may have fallen asleep had I had a beer.