Moanash

Ugh - I got a "Handmade" Spring Roll from the West End "Meeting Point" cafeteria bain maree, and was returned what could only be called a 'handmade' chick-o-roll, packed within the bag of the same name. Right then I also realised that there was some Christian God music playing.

Probably what they like to put on at the end of the afternoon to wind down.

I can't remember the last thing I bought from there that was even mildly satisfactory - but I keep going back...

I even feel sorry for the people working there.

I saw a girl sleeping on the 5th floor of the Matheson library, in one of the isles near the door of the corner toilet where I often go to take a dump during the day.

It made me wonder, how many people find these little nooks and crannies of campus and seek refuge in them?