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- From: Shic Osega
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- Subject: The Constant Student (part 3)
- Date: 27 Jan 1993 11:36:18 GMT
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- THE CONSTANT STUDENT (part 3)
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- from 'the Erroneous Memoirs of a Fool`, by Shic Osega
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- It took approximately thirty minutes to remove the congealed remnants of the
- pizza from my face and clothes, by which time I had developed an
- overpowering thirst. Aware that students are supposed to be sociable, I
- invited the teetotal Raj to accompany me on a quest for a 'safe' student
- pub. Raj gratefully declined, insisting that he did not like to frequent
- bars, as though this were the habit of Satan himself. However, he offered
- me the advice that a pub named the 'Stella Artois' was a 'nice' pub that
- students attended in considerable numbers. Being the sort of person who
- would immediately accept the recommendation of a strict teetotaller with a
- declared aversion to bars, I decided to follow his advice, and set off in
- the general direction of the fabled 'Stella Artois'. I must confess to
- finding the name highly unlikely as I knew that Stella Artois is the name of
- a Belgian lager.
-
- Hours later I had circled the entire Polytechnic campus and had not spied a
- single student or the aforementioned public house. Directly adjacent to the
- Students' Union building, however, were two pubs: the Star and Garter and
- the Southfield. I dithered for fifteen minutes, toying in my mind with
- stories of violence befalling students from the south who wandered
- unwittingly into the 'wrong' pub. My thirst rose unabated until I had no
- choice but to risk entering the Southfield in search of immediate alcoholic
- relief.
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- Inside I discovered a number of elderly folk casually supping opaque dark
- brown liquids from pint glasses. A quick survey of the available lagers
- left me undoubted that a pint of Guinness would be the wisest option, and I
- retired to a darkened corner to appreciate my beverage in isolation. The
- locals chatted among themselves in the silence guaranteed by the absence of
- a jukebox. There were no thugs, student-murderers or anti-south terrorists.
- In fact, my entire presence in the establishment yielded an approximately
- zero response. I correctly surmised that this was not the 'happening'
- student pub described to me by Raj. I left after a mere ten minutes before
- senile dementia had a chance to afflict me. When I confronted the Oracle
- Raj later he admitted that he had never actually been in a pub and hadn't
- really known what he was talking about.
-
- And so ended my first day in a northern town. I was hardly looking forward
- to the second...
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