Current mood:	huuungry
Current music:	Bis

Now it has to be said that I'm not a massively social animal. Given a choice between sitting in the corner of a dingy pub sipping whiskey + reading a paper or being bang in the middle of things in a student bar, surrounded by lairy students, many of whom were were getting their collective first sniffs of the barmaid's apron, I know where the hell I'd rather be, every time. That being said though, I did have some fucking awesome times at the Brack bar.



During my time at the place NTU were undertaking a big expansion project, building new accommodations and cramming more people per square foot of the place than should be feasably possible. In my first year, there were about 60 of us who lived on campus. At the start of my second year (when the rest of the new buildings were up) there were about 160odd (give or take the odd person dropping out here and there). Event nights at the bar suddenly became busy to the point that bouncers had to be hired, and before the smoking ban came into effect there were times when the only way to cross the room was via the tables.
Under any normal circumstance I wouldn't be seen anywhere near the place with that many people around, being part of the Student Union's Camera Crew forced me to suck it up and get stuck in. I'm glad that I did, when people started seeing their faces in the student magazine (published fortnightly, potential readership of 12,000) they all suddenly became very eager to say hello when they saw me wandering drunk through the crowds. The camera was a perfect way of disguising my misanthropy and gave me an excuse to wallflower between the different cliques that had sprung up following the influx of new people. I didn't have to talk to many people if I didn't want to and could happily spend my evenings observing rather than actively participating. Suited me to a T.


Possibly the favourite photo I've got of myself, union ID round my neck, on the job. The lass on the right is my old housemate Amilia.