To Muse and Abuse

As Lord Eddard Stark warned us. "Winter is coming." After the bone-biting chill of today frostily and unnecessary-adverb-ly...

Ever since that fateful day that my now-defunct iPod played their speed-of-insanity “Diablo Rojo”, I have been deeply in love with the musi...

I’ve been in Cape Town on holiday for almost a week now. It’s nice, being back home and seeing the family, taking a break from university wo...

I sit in the dressing room backstage. My guitar is in hand, my throat burning a bit from the Fisherman's Friend I just sucked (a throat ...

Today, I have been a vegetarian for 75 days. Well, Pesca Vegetarian, I suppose (I eat fish VERY rarely), but you get the idea. Having e...

I heard the other day that there is to be a meeting held between the wardens of the various residences at Rhodes University to decide the f...

The man himself By now you're probably either utterly enraged by, or pissed off because of, this face. He needs no introduction; his ...

I read this blog post today. It's a response to the subject of my last post, that infamous article "Club Etiquette" (someone ...

A furore ripped across campus today (and by “furore” I mean something more like “inane lunchtable discussions and Editor Wars”) after the mo...

I know this blog is supposed to follow the average life of a student here (namely mine), but sometimes I just think and think and think abou...