The Art of Seduction

Along with the semester starting to settle its way into a steady routine for most students, one of the most important occasions of the year comes around once again. The annual ‘Fresher Grabbing’ festival, which I have just now been informed has never actually been called that, and apparently isn’t the correct collective name for…

Drive-Thru

There’s a city I know where the river flows fast And the cars do the same as they hurry on past The boarded-up windows of grimy old inns And corners that stink of the dullest of sins No railings or fences are built in this town Though we all know, come autumn, the children will…