I hope Andrew Chadwick's warning has deterred any dithering freshers from leaving their Pollock Hall accommodations for the insidious snares of George Street. 

I hope Andrew Chadwick's warning has deterred any dithering freshers from leaving their Pollock Hall accommodations for the insidious snares of George Street.  In fact, I hope his article in a previous Student (23.09.08) has helped to perpetuate the kind of closed-mindedness that he so eloquently ridicules.  You, sir, are a beacon of conviction amongst a sea of treachery.

I am writing as a former George-Street-goer; though it is painful for me to reflect on that time of my life, it was Andrew Chadwick's article that scooped me up like a mother bird just before I was about to hit rock-bottom.  In fact, after reading the article on Saturday afternoon, I did not go to the Opal Lounge for extortionately expensive cocktails, dull banter with plum-in-throats, or the dreadful Euro-trash noise (that sometimes used to make my ears bleed) later that night.  I heeded your caution, Andrew, and wandered over to the Royal Oak to see a good band alone and then came home and masturbated twice before crying myself to sleep.  It was the best night EVER.

The apex of your piece, in my very humble opinion, is a profundity that is too infrequently realised; rich people are bad.  They are an unfriendly, disinterested race that cannibalises children for petty public school infractions and indulges in strange ritualistic gatherings with top-shelf spirits and different variations of white and yellow powders.  An article in this month's National Geographic calls them, "fascinating!".
It is only from an educated vantage-point that we can discern rig

ht from wrong, fun from tiresome, enlightenment from small-mindedness.  It is only whilst behind the guise of toleration that we can be intolerant.  Those poor, simple freshers in their wide-eyed splendor!  To think the lot of them have never made respectable friends before, never gone 'all the way' with someone, have never really practised the type of self-confident judgement that you and I seem to possess so naturally!  After all, they are so young.
Hats off to us, my friend!  We have seen the light.  My name is F. Taylor Colantonio and I have been George-Street-clean for almost twenty four hours now.
- F.Taylor Colantonio