Just Keep Digging

Another key element in Interhalls frivolity is conversational matter, not too much mind, so if you don't mind, it doesn't matter. Just make sure it's slurred and meaningless, possibly tilted towards sex. Everyone wants to play Cupid, and Interhalls is the ideal setting to do just that. Who takes who home? I'm betting on England, or Czechslokia. Make sure, however, that you don't talk about golf. You could be in for a very boring chat. One possible option out of talking is to sing crap radio hits of the last decade to your interrogator, it's sure to shut them up.

90's hits, these seem to feature prominently in the repertoire of dodgy cover bands, namely Tongue n' Groove. This made the act of dancing achievable, but only under duress. It was not nearly as satisfying as dancing to seminal 80's classics at the Splashes after party. DJ Annie Brewster deserves many feathers in her cap for her fine selection. Certainly many residents decided to settle the score on the dance floor and some on chairs. Many a relationship was made or broken during these displays, especially in relation to Life Guards posing as Security Guards. Charlatans the lot of them.

Of course none of this activity would be so special without everyone wearing their Sunday best (What kind of church do you go to? -Ed). Guys wore their favourite Penguin suits (I have a whole cupboard full -Ed) and the Gals tried their best to wear what can only be described as the slinkiest dresses this side of the Rieberbahn. Kelly Ann Page had particular problems.