Thursday, 1 May 2008

UPDATE: Lancashire: Ground Zero

Bad news guys.

The caretakers/ residence-leaders/ whoever-they-are-but-from-now-on-known-as-twats have forbidden Matteo to have another party in his kitchen. Apparently, someone didn't like loud music... Do I smell a rat?

Nevertheless, the Finnish/Dutch kitchen will be open for celebration on Saturday whether or not we get a permission.

Now, as a request for you dear party-attendees: would you look up the definition of a "party" from whatever source you can and bring it along with you on the night in question. All definitions are welcome. The more verbose, the better!

And when you do come here on Saturday, the geekiest of you might think of yourselves as starwarsian Rebels fighting the evil Empire. Don't be shy about it but voice it loudly as it's more than applicable here as well.

Due to resons out of their control, Field Marshal Matteo and Major Manuel will not be demoted but will retain their respective ranks as they have done more to us Erasmusees this year than anyone else!

Don't let the Man get you down!

Yours truly, as always,

Commader Tom

1 ideas:

Wilkie said...

"O Commander my Commander! our fearful trip is done; the ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting... But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red fallen cold and dead..."

Proud to be your Field Marshal!