lizziec | Student Union elections, Greenwich Market, Corsets. (Reply)

Last week was something of a week of suffering for me. I work in the Marlowe (formerly Physics) building in which was situated the main polling station for the Student Union Elections which meant that for four days last week I was subjected to the noise of the candidates canvassing outside. By the end of the four days I was about ready to commit mass murder on the screaming hoardes outside my window. Luckily campaining ended at 4pm on Thursday and the noise shut up soon after, minutes, I am sure before I was about to go postal. They got noisier day on day. The final day was absolute hell. I come in every morning at the moment and am glad for the peace and quiet outside :)

This did mean I got very involved in the election, in that I had candidates I wanted to win (those who pissed me off least - "Sam for Mens" in particular - his guitar playing entertained me) and those I wanted to lose (those who pissed me off most - yes "TomTom for Education", "Vicks for Welfare", "Sophie for President" and "Nathan for Mens (and student trustee)", I'm looking at you). I was glad to see in the latest inQuire that for the most part my choices got in (or lost, depending on how you look at it). Clearly other people had the same reasons for voting for a person that I did. BWhahaha. Some people were clearly bitter. A quote in inQuire suggests that "Sophie for President" was at the very least feeling somewhat let down: "[She]expected not to win...I'm a white middleclass student running against a block vote." I'm not quite sure what she meant by that but it may have something to do with the fact that her winning opponent was black.

All this and still less than a fifth of students voted.

This weekend (having spent Friday in a daze recovering from the sheer amount of noise made by the SU electioneers) we went to my mums so Ben could cable her house (it looks lovely BTW - and took hours!). We met foo and rah there as foo was laying a laminate floor for mum in the small bedroom. Rah and mum and I went to Greenwich market to meet Phil and leave the men to be grr-manly. Saw many lovely things and have begun to covet a hair thingy that can be brought online here and pimped by

rahslowe who had enough money to buy one here (her hair was almost the only persons who couldn't be held by one!).

I want.

If anyone has a spare £15 please buy me one (I like

which is called a Dupla). Please? O:) Contact details here.

Finally, I got to try on mum's corset. I want. Muchly. I won't ask for this one - I know I shan't get!

Piccies of the few days are here (mum's), here (foo's), and here (foo's pics of me in a corset).