On the point and purpose of men's novelty bloomers...

I've never seen the point of novelty, highly-patterned or gimmick printed boxers, briefs or y-fronts.

The sort of strawberry printed, superhero logo-bearing, 'watchword printed just above the colon'-sporting wastes of money

Big Brother Returns for the Summer Holiday- Day One in the House

So I'm back at home. Home, that is, being my childhood house where my mum, dad and sister all still live, and where I sneak back to after each year renting the amazing luxury flats in Bowland Halls.

Already it's great. I'm in the 'just got back from uni' honeymoon period. There's food in the cupboards (actual, proper food!) and not just a small amount. They're full of the stuff.

The virtues of cheap and cheerful Extrav costumery

Mr Anthony "Tony" Stark. Genius. Drunk. Iron Man.

And, for one night only, me. Apparently.



More strangers said hello to me last night than they have done in the rest of my life. I felt like a minor celebrity.

What a great end to a term, and a year- getting drunk on two-pint beakers of Honey Pot, with live music, and a huge glowing circle taped to your chest.

Here we go... here we go... here we go again...

Somehow (and I'm not quite sure how, everything's a little bit of a blur) I've come to the end of a second year at university.

I honestly can't understand how it's happened so quickly. Maybe, just maybe, I fell through a crack in time, like so-

Weapons grade ineptitude strikes again!

Yep, that's right folks. The continuing war of The CYM against the world has been dealt another blow because of other people's silliness.

Given a choice between someone with experience in writing, editing and publishing; someone with a clear vision of what the college magazine can become; someone who always delivers and produces excellent work- given a choice between that person and two people who are popular but haven't the foggiest about the amount of hard work and effort that will go into the role, the masses used their collective wisdom and voted for the hot blonde leggy girl who happens to be on the pool team.

The Virtues of Voting vs Weapons Grade Ineptitude

Ah, democracy. The greatest element of our modern Western civilization, according to some people who write clever books.

Normally it seems to work. Unless you're the British government.

Or involved in Student Media at Lancaster Uni.

If you're paying £15 for two things, and someone offers to give you those two things, plus a third, for only £3, would you take it?

Hectic hiatuses all round...

So, this whole 'regular' idea went right down the pan.

I've only got myself to blame, I suppose, but being sans laptop recently got me into a habit of not really, well, using a laptop. So I've not been as on the ball.

I also had a friend from home to stay, which was great. The lovely Miss Gemma Davies, who I shall curse for evermore as she gets to see Florence and The Machine thanks to her uni and I don't.

Lament Lemeul

I've just seen the trailer for this Christmas' family comedy "Gulliver's Travels". That's right folks, you read that right.
They're doing it as a family comedy.

With Jack Black.

In a modern American City (I'm guessing New York) and heading to the Bermuda Triangle.



If it's not bad enough that they're completely ruining the satirical nature of Swift's masterpiece, the sight of Mssr Black lying down with the Liliputlians roping him to the floor and his Converse sticking out of the end just sends shivers down my spine.

Leave it alone! Don't adapt it. A film of the book, where the pioneering men of that day and age could actually expect to come across forgotten and undiscovered peoples would be exquisite.

Please. No more of Black gurning at the screen and ruining a classic.



What do you guys think?