Bridges Crossed, Here Comes The Ox

First...my profuse apologies for SUCH a long hiatus, I suppose the newly departed UK(by now, certainly, ex-readers) of this blog would have quit attempting to source any info from here. But rest assured, we have not been destroyed by a wireless network thermonuclear explosion or a sudden decline in Dining Hall food quality, and are all alive, well and stressed.

In the intervening weeks since the last post appeared:
First Junior Veritas! Admittedly, a BIT of internal bias there, if we were in the Securities Commission we'd have been fired, hung, drawn and quartered already. Nevertheless, it is with a mixture of pride and surprise that I announce the birth of the first Junior Veritas issue, hereafter known as the "green issue", for obvious reasons. She weighed roughly 556 grams, making a RATHER small splash in the KYUEM time-space singularity at assembly, and later, in boxes near the Surau, where rumour has it, 100 copies of the new Veritas went unclaimed for A NIGHT. Either they overestimated, or college residents are just too straight to nick a copy despite the glaring absence of a "Please Take One" instruction.

The verdict? Many blummin' good writers in dormancy out there - we particularly enjoyed the Top 10 Machas list, despite SOME doubts about the partiality of the two writers, AND a MASSIVE "mis"print in which the (decidedly female) authors' chalet numbers (L30) was mysteriously amended to P30 in HALF the distributed copies. No points for guessing whose chalet that is.

The gay slant of the magazine was, unfortunately, the object of derision amongst the seniors, and rumour has it, many senior staff members. Junior Veritas, if you have yet to notice, ïnserting "rumour has it" strategically every paragraph or so is the best litigation shield, alive or dead. The CHIEF EDITOR's invitation to male college mates to drop by his room at 9.30pm did not go down too well with the girls, seeing as he is also coincidentally in the Top 10 (ostensibly Straight) Machas list.

Oh, and Macha means something on the lines of "Good Looking Only Answers to Flirtatious Advances" boy. Rumour has it (there you go!) only one person in college responds to said given name.

Owing to eager desire to head to dining hall to break fast after 24 hours of fasting, more out of negligence (to set louder alarm clock) than piety, author will stop this post here, rendering above title irrelevant.

Oh well, here's to a happy Ramadhan to all, and may this spate of piety last long well after the holy month is over.