Jamie Williams

I'm in the middle of an essay here, well I'm right at the beginning actually and I thought, "Have a break, Jamie, that printing spree will have tired you out..." and so I dash next door to the laundry room that is open all hours for a bottle of fizz out of the vending machine... I noticed when I did a late night wash 24hrs ago that the machine wasn't on, but thought fuck all of it, then tonight I go back out there and it's still off?

Of course, you can only but naturally assume a prankster has pulled the plug out. But no! Someone has actually cut it off. Now I'm in two minds about this, but it definitely boils down to students. 1) Some absolute fucking clown has cut it off in order to fix their own appliance by rewiring or using the fuse, which if true is downright tinky and tight. Or 2) and someone amongst these halls is pretending to lead a revolution and wants to stick it up two fingers style to consumerism, massive corporations, or whatever the fuck they are labelled... And so, one tiny meaningless gesture at a time, is attempting to upset the obviously delicate balance by hacking off the plugs that power these treasure troves of sweetness and caffeine.

I strongly suspect the latter.

Seriously though, can you be any more of a student? How fucking lame! It's about as original as buying a green duffel coat with a german flag flashing on your arm! All you've succeeded in doing is keeping me from a FANTANARANJA (I am assured that this is spanish for fizzy orange but I think not?) and I'm not kidding when I say, I could actually do with a dose of Coca-Cola the now...

2000 words to do, 2000 words to go, no fizz, what gives?

Disgusted, Edinburgh.