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Week 2
And so the Keele-ites did settle to their labours, from Eng-lish to His-tory, Maths, French, Pol-i-tics, Cri-min-o-lo-gy and all the other -olo-gies. Yea verily did they descend upon the variant tents in which the (allegedly) wise would impart their knowledge; from the tent at Do-ro-thy Hodg-kin unto the Horn-beam Building did the Keele-ites sit ( Read more... ) -
KEELE, BABY, YEAH!!!
And so the Keele-ites did flock once more unto their tents in the land of Staff-ord-shire (that is to say That Land Where Dwelleth the Sto-kie-ites). Many were they, living as tribes of fresh-ers, second-years and fin-al-ists from Barnes unto Haw-thorns. They did come forth from many lands; from as near as Birm-ing-ham unto the far-flung reaches of ( Read more... ) -
Recent Events
And so did an Keele-ite gird up his loins once again for to travel unto Staff-ord-shire, or "Land of Stokies" in order to help initiate members of the tribe of C-F in their great tent in the town of New-castle-under-that-Lyme. For many hours did four of the Keele-ites sit, yea unto the chieftain himself, but to no avail. For in the land of the ( Read more... ) -
The Zakynthiad (Or What I Did on My Holidays)
And so did an Keele-ite gird up his loins for an second time in order to go unto the city of the Man-cun-ians yea verily unto the great tent known as Air-port for to catch an plane to sunnier climes, this time unto the land of the Greeks or Zor-ba-ites on their island of Zan-te (that is to say That Island of Sun and Booze). It was also his ( Read more... ) -
Further Update
And so it was that another fortnight passed among the Keele-ites.
That's about it, folks. I thought I'd best make sure you all know I'm alive. I've nothing much to report from my dreary little life up here in one of the many faecal orifices of England. A few family parties have happened, one is happening tonight which I briefly attended but came ( Read more... ) -
Most Recent Events
And so the Keele-ites upon returning home did busy themselves greatly until the Day of Re-sults, or the Day of Reckoning. As it was, most of them were reckoned favourably and there was not much wailing or gnashing of teeth. Except in the little town of Ell-es-mere Port, that is to say The Devil's Toilet where one Keele-ite did continually wail and ( Read more... ) -
Typical Blog Post
And so did one Ro-bert of Keele venture forth into Ell-es-mere Port (that is to say the hole of hell), verily unto the great market at Chesh-ire Oaks for to be interviewed at the stall known as Cal-vin Klein. Verily he did speak for about twenty minutes with the owner before returning unto his tent to be met with no response as had been promised ( Read more... ) -
Returning Home
And so the Keele-ites did return unto their homelands in numbers. They quit their tents from Hor-wood to Haw-thornes, yea even unto the dwellers in the tents in the land of Coll-ege Court, near Han-ley. There was not any wailing or gnashing of teeth, not even at the great tent at Un-i-on the night before or upon the Wednesday night.
Yes, folks, I ( Read more... ) -
Severly Neglected Duty
And so it was that those Keele-ites who went away back to their homelands returned unto their tents (that is to say, those resident in the tents at The Oaks and Holly Cross) for to begin the Great Period of Stress and Harassment, which did last many days. Yea there was much did go on in the meantime, which did divert the Keele-ites many ways.
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My Past Week
And so it was that the brave and fearless Keele-ite did take unto the streets of Ches-ter in order to find himself employment, asking at many stalls, yea, even unto the great stall known as Hab-it-at. And so it was that he was asked to return unto those stalls bearing with him parchment declaring his suitability to work.
Yes, folks, I've been ( Read more... )