Still in the Wessex Scene office. It's been a long Scene-related day - the Vice-Chancellor's inauguration ceremony, Union Council, writing last-minute news stories, laying-up... and this is the week where I will pretty much live in the office. Although calling it an office seems almost too nice a word. More like a stuffy, claustrophobic, airless dark vault of horridness. Bar the company of course.
I really believe the paper has stepped up a level this year. Weekly editorial meetings allows the editorial team to become closer friends, more open with each other and definitely more focused on their section. Hopefully making what you think is a better paper!
We certainly have a lot of fun doing it, from throwing each other around the room (a backache remedy apparently), listening to B*Witched, the Backstreet Boys and Daphne and Celeste and making general fools of ourselves in front of each other to relieve stress. Echoing Dominic's sentiments in the previous post, I would like to say that this definitely is the best extra-curricular activity you can participate in at University. We like to think so anyway.
That's it for now, photoshop calls. Fabbo.
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