This Also Happened...

The School of Oriental and African Studies (SOAS), finds its library making its most politically insightful comment yet (pictured left). 

SOAS is generally a very good school, with a friendly community and a genuinely impressive library. The administrative failures it is famous for are present, and are embarrassing, but it's easy to be sympathetic with the professors, who are truly passionate about their subject.  SOAS is also famous for possessing the highest concentration of trustafarians in the world. To be frank, I have yet to actually encounter that many of them around the campus. You see baggy hemp and dreadlocks, you smell stale weed, and you occasionally hear the hue and cry of orientalist indignation (''S'all about deh people, cha blud! Brap!''), but it's more of a sticky residue clinging to the corners of the stairwells than a pretentious wall of postcolonial elitism. If you want to be loud, idealistic, and drunk, there is certainly space for you. But at the postgraduate level especially, those who want to quietly work their way through to practical if unambitious degree aren't crowded out.

That said, the SOAS refectory had the following scrawled personal ad posted in two separate places: 'Looking for asexual cuddle-buddy. Must be at least 6 ft. tall and not too well hung. Call for hugs.' So maybe I was utterly, utterly wrong.